The Night Gwen Stacy Died Book Novels & Stories

Before he could answer, Bernie and Flint entered the chamber. Flint looked completely drained. Several more strands of his hair had darkened, a visible consequence of exhausting so much spiritual energy. He met my eyes. “Gwen is dead.” “No…” Ignoring the pain coursing through my body, I lurched out of bed and grabbed him by the collar. “You’re lying.” “I wish I were,” Flint replied without pulling away. “I’ve already informed Alpha Conrad that Gwen fell from the cliff. Warriors from both the Hollow Pack and the Eastern Pack have been searching ever since, but no one can sense her soul.”

Chapter 19 The sun had barely cleared the horizon when Derek's phone buzzed against the nightstand, its screen casting a pale blue glow across the ceiling of the small guest suite he occupied on the third floor of the Cross estate. He was already awake. He had barely slept. His mind had been cycling through the events of the past forty-eight hours on a relentless loop—the wedding, the blade, the blood, Damien's pale face as he held his unconscious bride in the cathedral, and then the parking garage. Always the parking garage. Gwen Hartley's voice curling through the concrete shadows like smoke, laying out her plan with the casual confidence of someone who had never once considered she might

Gwen's POV “No! No! No!” I continuously kept on saying. With every word I said, I took a step back. I almost lost my balance if not because of Ricky who supported me from behind. Nanny Rose lay on the floor in her own pool of blood, and the room's window was wide open. Ethan and Evan were not in their beds, and I could feel my heart breaking into little pieces. I released myself from Ricky's grip and ran towards the window.

Gwen’s POV: The Blackwood night was drizzling, wrapped in a thick, heavy fog. The main avenue stretched out completely deserted, devoid of a single soul. Standing beneath the yellow, flickering glow of a streetlamp, I looked up at the bleak, gray sky and gently ran my fingers through my white hair. Tonight, I was empty-handed and cast out, yet my chest felt lighter and more brimming with vitality than ever before. The ruthless world of Blackwood was out there waiting for me. But the fragile, weak Gwendolyn had already died beneath the lake last night. Now, a new chapter was officially beginning.

Only in that hazy delirium could she forget my death,forget the blood on her hands. The Forbidden Fruit slowly eroded her vampiric power. Her strength faded. Her sanity unraveled. In the end, she died alone in a filthy, lightless alley. In the brief moment of clarity before her death,she remembered our childhood—how kind I had been to her. How I shared sweets with her, how I stayed by her side when she was afraid… She had a nightmare. But everything was already too late. When Julian heard of Olivia’s death,there was no expression on his face.

As soon as we hopped off the plane, we were greeted by my men dressed in black, bowing to me as I walked towards the car. Barely settling in my quarters, Willis came in, glaring at me like I had defied him. “What now?” I growled, “Is this how you greet me after four years?” “This is how I greet you after four years,” he retorted, “I have bad news,” I raised my eyebrow, waiting for Willis to drop it. “Gwen,” He said, “She’s dead.” “Her cover was blown, and she was killed before we could get her out.”

Her eyes were glowing a deep shade of red and soon a figure emerged from the lake. I gaped at the figure that was before me, and it was no other than my messenger. I couldn't hide the shock and confusion swirling in my depths. I inhaled, feeling a shiver ripple down my spine as I peered once more at the dark starless gloomy sky. I watched as Gwen took the blade and pressed the sharpness of it to her neck. “Your death is the only you can be reborn,” Without hesitating, she slits her throat and her body falls back into the lake, her blood mixing with the water.

Stefan’s POV It’s not until I watch the flames engulf her body that all hope dies within me. Gwen is gone. She is dead. When I saw her at the castle two nights ago, I thought I had time. Now, I have all the time in the world, but I don’t have her. I have nothing. And it’s all my fault. If I’d never let her leave, this would not have happened. Heck, if I’d left her alone that night I found her at the nightclub, she would be alright.

One by one, I started removing them - link after link, trace after trace, name after name. When the last strike landed, destruction followed fast. Up I got, heading toward the window to gaze across the estate - same place where everything went wrong only a day before. My fingers touched the pane, meeting its quiet chill. Gwen used to hunt. Now shadows follow her steps through empty streets. Now she was the prey. It turned out I was chasing after it instead.

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.