Dbd Blood Warden Novels & Stories

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

He screams for only a second, my fire burning through him in an instant, looking up everyone stood quietly watching me in shock, i grab the key card and i run from the room and i open baylees door, she runs into my arms with tears in her eyes “Caden” She jumps and i catch her hugging her tight, i hand her the keycard “Protect yourself baylee” She nods, pushing her head into my shoulder, a warm purple glowing barrier coats the outside of her body “What are you doing, get back in there” The man in charge roars coming into the warehouse, i ignite my skin and turn, as i do baylee sucks in the souls of those around us and she screams against my skin, the fire spreads throughout the room, engulfin

But this creature was no foot soldier. “Warden.” A voice whispered in my head. I recognized it from one of the memories from my past life. One of the ancient beings that once guarded the Forge during the first war. And Zerathos had reanimated it. “Oh gods,” Ava whispered. The Warden roared—a blast of sound that shattered all the glass around us and sent several of our warriors to their knees. I didn’t give it time to strike. I lunged forward, swinging my blade low toward its leg, Ava mirroring my move by sending a beam of light magic straight into its chest. But it barely staggered. It moved like smoke—fast and then solid again when it attacked.

The faintest rustle was enough to make my pulse race with unease. After what seemed like the longest minute, a group of security guards barged into the building from outside with fire extinguishers as weapons. Since the patients in the hospital were wealthy and influential people, the guards were ex-military. They were well-trained. I immediately spotted Albert Walker among the guards. He was often on night shift patrol at the same time as I did my rounds. Sometimes, I would get him some food, too. We were quite close as colleagues. I immediately rushed to him and explained the situation.

The man in front of me was Freddie Fleming, the victim's eldest brother. In my last life, he had led the charge and shoved me to the ground. He didn't listen when I tried to explain, and it was his blade that struck the first fatal wound. Freddie pulled up the transfer record on his phone. "Look for yourself. The account that got the funeral expenses is under the name 'Lydia'. Are you still gonna deny it?" He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!"

Alice whispered, her voice trembling. Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing the pendant at her throat, her eyes distant with a sadness that made Alice’s chest ache. “Because I’ve been where you are,” she said, her voice low, almost a whisper. “Torn between worlds, between hearts.” She stepped closer, her hand hovering near Alice’s, not touching but close enough to feel the warmth. “I was born under a blood moon, Alice. My mother was a healer, my father a rogue wolf. They thought they could live between worlds, but the packs came for them. Crimson Moon burned our village when I was twelve, left me with nothing but this.” She held up her palm, revealing a faint scar, jagged like a claw mark. “

Then we push through a door into the main corridor and hit the ward. It's not like the outer wards. This one is solid, a wall of vibrating purple energy that seals the corridor from floor to ceiling and makes my teeth ache just looking at it. Garrick's maps didn't show this one, which means it was added after he stopped having regular access to the facility. I slam into it anyway, and pain detonates through my entire body, throwing me back three feet. "Blood ward," Selene says grimly, examining it. "You need authorized access or someone with Melvanie's bloodline to get through."

Ash whispered, “Divinity?” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “I’m not a god.” The silver gaze returned to her. Not yet. The ground seemed to tilt. Rex’s hand closed around hers. Firm, grounding. “Explain what you are.” The stranger studied him coolly. “I am a Warden.” “Of what?” Kael demanded. “Of thresholds.” Ash frowned. “Thresholds between what?” The Warden’s gaze drifted briefly toward the sky where faint cracks still shimmered like healing scars.

I take my usual spot in the corner, the chair by the window that nobody else likes because the air conditioner vent blows cold air directly on it. I’m halfway through my cup when Renee walks in. She spots me, raises an eyebrow. “You look like hell.” “Thanks.” She pours herself coffee. Leans against the counter. “Double?” “Triple.” “Jesus, Cass.” Two more nurses come in behind her. Shauna and Beth. They head straight for the coffee pot, already mid-conversation. “I’m just saying,” Shauna’s shaking her head, stirring sugar into her cup. “No one’s going to last. Did you hear what happened to the last one?”