Armon Warren Novels & Stories

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.

But she still felt restless no matter how much she tried to force herself to calmness. At that same time in Crescent pack, Arthur Murray hadn’t felt a moment of peace. It was left only but a day and some hours before he turned thirty-five, before the reality of the witch’s curse come to manifestation. His anxiousness had increased by more than a mile and he barked at anyone that made even the slightest mistake. “You have a guest, Arthur.” Jeremy walked in and said to him. He scoffed with irritation. “I want no visitors. Cancel whatever meetings in my schedule.”

Why are they willing to sacrifice themselves to see us, werewolves, all dead? In the first war that vampires were almost extinct, they started the war and we couldn’t stand down, we had to fight back. “Arthur, use your alpha siren and get the answer out of them.” Tori suggests. I huff. Once again, she’s questioning my actions and authority. I don’t need to use my alpha siren on them. “My alpha siren is too useful to be used on these forbidden creatures. I have better use for it.” I turn to Oliver, he’s always ready to take my command and act.

Crimson light pierced the sky; shadowy forms rose from the earth: ancient entities sealed away thousands of years ago. On the stone altar, Armand Veyne (the last traitor of the Holy Church) chanted in an ancient tongue. Blood dripped from his wrists, feeding the massive sigil carved into the ground. “You’ve lost your mind, Armand!” Evelyn shouted. “Whatever you’re summoning will never bow to anyone!” Armand laughed madly, eyes glowing red. “Bow? No. I will become part of it. A new god born of blood and hatred!” Lucien stepped forward, his gaze ice-cold.

Warren finally releases my arm, his smile irritating me even more. "Athena is new here at WB, so we'll go with you," Warren says, his smile becoming even more annoying. "I don't think Adam would like the intrusion, maybe next time?" I try to dissuade them. "Oh, okay-" "No, now is good," Warren declares, moving to Athena's side and casually draping his arm around her shoulder. Ari, always the peacemaker, tries to apologize to me behind their backs, but it only serves to increase my annoyance.

The warriors in silver armor were relieved when they noticed Fane standing still, not making a move on them and staring at them silently. The main reason was that Fane had displayed how powerful it was and the two of them were frightened of him. At this moment, Warren yelled angrily at the two warriors, "Hurry up and find me some pills! Are you two blind?!" Warren squeezed these words through his teeth. Warren was already in so much pain and was about to faint. His roar caused both warriors in silver armor to tremble before they finally realized that their young city master could not take out the pills he needed.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

I’ve even bought a couple of pieces for the packhouse. Arnold also owns the high end strip club that is connected to the steakhouse, The Warren. It’s rabbit themed, oddly in honor of his wife who loved rabbits. After her passing, Arnold refused to find another mate, but created a strip club for her. Don’t ask me, I can’t even begin to comprehend that.

"It is my pleasure and a way for the sylvan elves to honor the human Warrior. I am glad it suits your needs." "That it does." Rhychard turned back to the creek as he heard Marachin turn and walk off, leaving the Warrior alone with his thoughts. He still wasn't used to anyone wanting to pay homage to him, and it made him feel uneasy. He was just Rhychard Bartlett, even if he did wear a sword most of the time.

I growl at him. “Order!” Councilman Warren says. “She wanted it! She always wanted it! Everything I did to her was because she asked me for it!” he yells. Raptor grabs hold of his shoulders, holding him while fights against him. Siren shifts, ready to intervene as well. I’m not sure what it took for Alpha Arman to sit quietly all morning and watch Gamma Nathan say what he did about Vivienne. I know I wouldn’t have been able to sit by and watch someone speak of Wendy or one of my sisters that way.