Boreal Warden Novels & Stories

Only a handful of warriors had the authority to breach my privacy without permission, and right now, the man standing in the threshold was the last person I expected to see. It was Mason, the Lead Ranger of our outer territorial scouts—a warrior who had spent the last three years deep in the untamed dead zones, tracking the migration patterns of the rogue packs. His heavy caribou-fur cloak was caked in dried grey mud, his face hollowed by exhaustion, and his boots left dark, melted patches of slush on the stone floor.

It was almost 5 am and Aiden was running his fingers through his hair as he sat at his desk going over the notes for his meeting that morning. He had a busy day as head of his family’s company and he ended up staying all night in his office. They owned a few construction company’s as well as a couple architectural firms in Wakerton City. Wakerton was a well developed city that served a lot of smaller communities around it and was the biggest city within a 5 hour drive, basically in the middle of nowhere in North Eastern Canada. It was also how his family helped support their pack. There weren’t a lot of werewolf packs in Canada but theirs, Blue Lake Pack, was one of the biggest on the east c

Shrugging, I replied, “I made an appointment with Della to discuss the matters in Wakeland. I want their resources in Ruby ore.” “Ruby ore?” Henry looked at me like I had just grown two heads on my neck. “That’s useless to us! Dark Moon Pack has more than what they have. We are their extra source, remember?” Finishing half of the glass, I closed my eyes as I let the burning sensation of alcohol relax my nerves. “It might be useless for werewolves, but it sure is useful for the White Bear Pack living in extremely cold places.” “The White Bear Pack?!” he asked in surprise, and I nonchalantly nodded.

“The title is a chain that binds me to a past that haunts my daughter. But I am not abandoning you. I am leading you in a new way.” I gestured to Borin. “Beta Borin will lead a ruling council in my stead. He will be your voice in matters of law and defense. He has earned that right with his blood and his loyalty.” I then turned my gaze to the rest of them. “But I will be your guardian. I will take up residence not in the royal chambers, but in the old Warden’s Keep on the northern border.” The Warden’s Keep was a small, austere fortress, a half-day’s ride from the Citadel. It was a sentinel post, overlooking the trade roads and the wild lands beyond. It was a place of duty, not of pomp.

Damien Vale. It wasn’t scratched out. It was glowing. And next to it? Elara Vale. There was a new word under mine: Bearer. The shard I held pulsed—just once. Then died. And went completely silent. “No…” “Welcome to the ledger,” a voice behind me said. I turned and spotted a shape enrobed in black ice. The Warden. His face was a wilderness of runes and veins, but the force within him was irrefutable. “Long time been waiting for you,” he said. “You and your precious shard.” I raised my hand, but the shard did not respond, and then he smiled.

My new pack’s territory was nestled in the Shawnee National Forest, the pack lands are breathtaking according to my cousin Amber. Rolling hills, bluffs, beautiful streams, and thick forest. After over eight hours of driving, I finally arrived at my new pack’s territory. The entrance was gated and the wolves at the gate were dressed as security officers, so if any humans stopped by it wouldn’t raise any suspicions. I checked in at the gate letting them know who I was and my business in the pack territory. Both the wolves stationed at the gate were undoubtably attractive, they each stood at least six foot three and you could clearly see their muscles pulling against their uniforms. I gave one

“The mountain remembers all who are bound to fire.” It stopped a few paces away. Its features were hard to see—its body cloaked in ice and shadow—but I caught a glint of light where its eyes should have been. Edward stepped forward, blade raised. “State your purpose.” “I am the Warden,” it said. “Keeper of the Veil between Flame and Frost. You stand where the worlds meet, mortal. Do you understand what you carry?” I swallowed hard, my fingers twitching with instinctive warmth as the fire under my skin stirred. “I think I’m starting to.”

Suddenly, a colossal shape began to slowly emerge from the seam. This one was not clawed like the scout. It wasn’t distorted either. Instead, it was solid. Undeniably ancient. Its surface looked like obsidian fused with bone, layered plates shifting slowly over one another as it rose higher and higher. It did not rise in a haste nor roar. It simply ascended. The stranger’s eyes widened in shock and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They have sent a Warden upon us now.” Dax’s expression darkened. “That sound like something we can never outrun.”

The Warden stood at the edge of the clearing like a shadow pulled from the oldest corners of the world. Its towering form seemed to bend the air around it, dark fur absorbing the pale light of morning while its long curved horns framed a face carved with quiet authority. The amber glow of its eyes held neither anger nor mercy. Only judgment. Lyra felt the weight of that gaze settle deep inside her chest. The mark beneath her wrist burned steadily, pulsing with a strange rhythm that seemed to answer the creature’s presence. The enormous wolf that had first answered her awakening remained a few steps behind her, its body tense yet respectful. Even it seemed careful not to provoke the ancient b