The Night Gwen Stacy Died Book Novels & Stories

When it was night, Gwen finally slept, though it was hard for her to do that. *** In the morning, Gwen opened her eyes. She tried to rub her eyelids, wishing everything was only a nightmare. However, she found out she was still inside a jail. But then, her eyes saw something. At first, she didn’t believe it. But when she realized what she saw, Gwen screamed. The guards came to the jail, and they found out the reason Gwen screamed. Her father took his life by hanging himself with his belt. The guards immediately brought him down and checked his pulse, but there was nothing.

They chanted, as fire erupted from their midst, they all fell, slipping their hands away from each other, and the fire died down. They turned around and she heard a screeching sound, she came face to face with the ancestors, they grabbed her hands and she felt a burning sensation on her skin, "She is the one," whispered the ancestors. She fell on her face, close to where Aubrey lay. * * * * Gwen had retired to her chambers to rest after her brief discussion with Queen Claudia, something seemed off, she didn't like the feeling she was getting. She lay on her bed, rolling from one edge to another, not being able to sleep she stoo

announced Garm, his voice laden with sorrow. Ignis, in an instant reflex, held onto the den's wall. Her immediate reaction indicated that she already suspected the nature of the announcement. I approached Ignis, my heart quickening with anxiety for what would come next. “You can speak,” insisted Ignis, her voice firm, but her eyes betrayed a deep anguish. Garm then revealed the devastating news. “Gwenyth has died, and the baby she carried did not survive.” The words echoed in the den like a somber lament, filling the space with a dense silence.

Melody Reese After so many rounds of wild sex, we finally passed out after a few minutes when the birds chirped early in the morning. We, however, didn't get enough rest because Holden, the beta, had some bad news that couldn't wait. After the deaths of Gwen and Nancy, Draven ordered an arrest for Nova. It turns out that she ditched the pack the moment news about Gwen's death spread across the werewolf community. Days later, it seemed our trackers had caught up with her, but nobody would have imagined where she'd be.

"Listen, Gwen. I need you to not tell Fanny about this. Not a word. It’s better if she never knows. If she finds out, we’re both in a massive amount of trouble. Especially you. She will literally kill you." Gwen paused, hooking her bra and looking at me over her shoulder. "Okay. And what if I go against what you said and tell your girlfriend anyway?" I felt a flash of genuine fear for her. I stepped closer, my expression darkening. "Then you’ll be signing your own death warrant. It’ll be your funeral, not mine. You can’t go up against her. She’s a wolf, Gwen. And you’re just... human." "I see," she said, her voice turning cold. "The insults never really stop, do they? Fine, it’s alright." Sh

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.

It's incredible how I began appreciating things when everything seemed to be falling apart. [GWEN STACY POV] I slowly opened my eyes when I woke up. I still frowned at the pain in my head. I looked around and wondered how I got here. I have been happily singing while drinking with my staff for as long as I can reflect from last night. Shit! Am I so drunk that I don't remember how I ended up in my room? Being very curious, I looked for my phone and called my assistant. I cursed out when I found out which creature had brought me to my room.

It was like all of the memories between the two of them from four years ago came rushing back, lingering in every corner of her mind and making her feel hot around him. She opened her eyes and looked for the blanket. It was right below her lower body, so she moved a bit to reach it. She was about to pull the blanket up to cover her nakedness when she noticed that her husband’s space was empty. A figure was standing in front of the glass wall, where the whole city could be seen. Gideon silently stared at the skyscrapers with a serious expression on his face. The glistening city lights peeped through the glass wall and were the only thing that somehow lightened up their dark room.

I couldn't tell her I was in Gwen's room but I told her that it was okay. Tabitha has been looking for me, I think Gwen is awake. I ran towards my room in a hurry. Gwen Is awake and sat on the bed. She was still in her blood-stained wedding dress and I loved the meaning of the image I was seeing even though it might not make sense to anyone. It made perfect sense to me. So the image I perceive right now is the death of a love that should have never been. And that isn't our love. It's her and Trent's.

Gwen also shouted, trying to hold the tears back as she took in the sight of her friend. Xolvion could see the darkness in her eyes, knowing that she had already lost her mind. "Please, you have to heal her!" Gwen pleaded, no longer able to hold her tears back. "I can heal her physically, but her mind is a different matter..." He said, knowing that all he could try to do was wipe her memory. "Kill me..." A soft voice spoke, coming from the girl. "Stacy! Please hang on, its me. Its Owen, we have come to save you." Owen said, trying to hold Stacy upright so she could see who he was.