Dbd Blood Warden Novels & Stories

"That's really not as reassuring as you think it is." Marcus Two stepped forward, his eyes on the massive vault door that dominated the far wall of the chamber. "The guardian is gone. Can we get to the blood now?" Jack approached the door. Up close, he could see the wards that Haley had described—layers of blood magic, ancient and powerful, designed to keep out anything that didn't have the right bloodline keys. "Haley, can you walk me through disarming these?" "I can try, but the wards are biological. They're keyed to specific vampire bloodlines. Without those bloodlines present—"

The spiral carved into stone rebelled, fracturing at the center as if rejecting its own creator. The Blood Warden staggered back, his scream a raw, guttural sound. His skin cracked, steam rising from his body. “You dare defy her?” “She’s gone,” Sarah shouted. “And you should have stayed buried with her.” He lunged forward, arm raised, but John was already moving. Steel flashed. John’s blade tore through the Warden’s chest. The man gasped, eyes wide in shock, then fell backward into the pit below. The villagers wailed.

Scratching the back of my neck, my cheeks reddened as I looked away from Al's naked torso, "W.I.K.D is closing in on us, they set camps at night, move fast during the day," I swallowed hard, "And how do you know this?" Amber inquired, she didn't even try to hide her bitter tone, I thought long and hard, realizing I didn't get her name and she did mention not to tell my friends about us ever meeting, I wish to honor that request, she did save my life, twice, "I— I was out catching my breath when I pick up a scent.... blood, so I— followed it... They have humans as some kind of prisoners, doing bloodletting to lure us in. And—" I paused,

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

"But I am his legal wife." The warden blinks, a sudden, superficial smirk stretching across her lips as she attempts to reclaim her dominance. "Is that a fact? Then by that logic, I am the goddess of the silver moon." My mouth twitches with pure annoyance. Refusing to waste my breath trading verbal bites with a desk keeper, I slide Healer Ronan Whitmore’s official medical credential across the counter, stamped with the High Alpha Council seal. "I am the registered blood-channel specialist handling his paralysis alignment. The appointment was cleared through Tade Mensah. Dial his frequency and verify the entry before I report your incompetence to the pack wardens."

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

TYSON After my body was able to metabolize all the wolfsbane and finally heal properly, my brother and I started planning the memorial service we'd have to hold later that week. The final count for our pack was ten dead, which was a very good number considering, especially since we had never trained for battle with wolfsbane. The experience still traumatized me, and I was determined to follow through on my dedication to becoming tolerant. No more fucking around. Practically dying out on that battlefield was a huge wake-up call.

the guard replied. The warden stepped through the guard house onto the bridge and surveyed the pit like he did every morning. He saw Bohdan’s cage resting on the ground below and a few vampires walking along the pathways. It was getting late in the vampire’s feeding cycle with a new shipment of slaves arriving on Monday, so the warden knew they would be hungry and more agitated than usual. The last thing he needed was a fight breaking out due to hunger issues. The vampires didn’t feed on themselves, but they had been known to be very testy towards the end of the cycle. Bohdan woke with Cara lying next to him with her arm across his chest. It had been months since he had a bath and didn’t und

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"