Armon Warren Novels & Stories

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

The kind of tone that killed whatever you were about to say next. Garrett shut up. Aris set the photo down on the desk between them. His hand didn't shake, which Garrett found almost unsettling. The man was seventy-something, had been a field medic during two territorial wars, and had once reset his own dislocated shoulder mid-surgery because the other doctor had passed out. Steady hands were basically his personality. But his face—

"True… Nate's like a rabid dog—no brain, all bite. Best to stay far away from people like that." She hesitated a beat, then added, "Oh right, Sharon, do you remember Warner?" Sharon's expression shifted slightly. "You mean Warner from Yuicuador?" "Yeah. Your mom's mentor." Wendy's tone grew serious. "I saw something online saying he's in Zachemaine now." Warner was sixty-five this year. In the world of music—hell, in the world at large—he was a living legend. A prodigy in his youth, he'd mastered nearly every instrument and could recreate any piece he heard, note for note, after a single listen.

"I don't want to end up like them. You're the only one who could stand against Harvey and his influence in court, you're my only hope.” He leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine. “As you said, "poor women.” Oli, you're the only heiress to the wealthiest consortium in the world, Harvey must bow wherever a Winehouse is mentioned.” For a second, I felt lost in his golden eyes. The way he spoke with assurance, the confidence relaxed in his shoulders and the quiet arrogance tightened in his jaw: Warren is the complete opposite of Harvey. Harvey had always been ambitious but pessimistic, he would always complain about the future of Fontaine Global and I was willing to risk everything to make it

Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing the troubled man within to their pack, who was entirely unaware of the species’ existence. Arthur's thoughts were a tumultuous sea, crashing against the shores of his conscience. He replayed the moments of his betrayal, each one a dagger plunged deep into his heart. He had been deceived by those he once trusted, led astray by the stories told by Sarah and Richard. In his blind pursuit of revenge, he had brought only misery to the ones he held dearest.

Stale whisky vapors almost knocked him out. “You know that stuff is bad for you right?” Warren waved his hands back and forth, “No, I'm eager to see what I can do. I suspect it's because Archon is ready to tear the canines a new one.” “Aye, how is our innocent engineer?” She arched her eyebrow and nudged Warren with an elbow, “You two looked cozy.” “She is conflicted about killing the Adlets,” Warren checked the cylinders of the second pistol blade, “Can you teach me how to sword fight?”

"I don't have definitive proof, but he's likely the one we seek. There's no other explanation for why Marty attended Maverick's banquet in Nymeria." "Did he really sell Carver Group? And to Krowonians?" Warren stood up, steadying himself with a hand on the desk. "He never did anything like that before, even when Carver Group was at its lowest." Aria didn't comment on their history. Warren stared out at the busy traffic below, looking defeated. "Let me think this over. Do what you believe is right. I'm old now, and sometimes I find myself dwelling on the past." Aria understood how hard it was for Warren to accept betrayal from someone he trusted. On the surface, he was a businessman who made

How could he ever protect my daughter with just his charms? One day, I had a terrible hunch when Bhari challenged me to a duel for the alpha position. There were tremendous complaints from the youngsters that they didn't want Ari to stay in the tribe, so they urged my prospective successor, Bhari, to challenge me. I accepted the challenge despite my hunch, so I had no other choice but to trust Dillon about Ari's safety while asking Acwulf to accept them into the Forest Wolf Tribe if ever I failed to defend my position. His son, Lowell, the current alpha of their tribe, agreed without hesitation, as if he already knew my daughter. Even so, it would be better if he could manage to have my daug

“You’ve outdone yourself.” One of the noblewomen nearby stepped forward, head tilted. “There should be more floral detail. Today, she must shine the brightest.” Seraphine didn’t respond. She only stared at her reflection for a moment longer, then flicked her hand toward Garrick in a silent command. “Of course,” Garrick said, already preparing a needle. “Eden, come. We’ll reinforce the waistline.” Eden nodded and stepped forward, hands steady even as her heart fluttered.

I tightened my grip around my beauty’s shoulder, tightening it around her, and she smiled, lying her head on my chest as Lorenzo let her hands go. “Alpha Arturo, can you do us the honor of coming to meet the newest members of your pack?” Lorenzo asked, looking down at his feet. I knew that he was the happiest man right now. The struggles that they’ve been through to initially have his kids was something that we all knew.