Dbd Blood Warden Novels & Stories

Aidan stared at the dead bodies in shock while the guard threw up in the bush. “Oh my goddess, there's a dead body here too!” The guard exclaimed, collapsing on the ground, Aidan rushed towards him, checking his pulse. “He's alive, but he's out cold.” I turned around, bodies hanging from the trees, some scattered on the ground and some in the bushes. “Ten bodies, some body parts, all werewolves, deep claw marks,” Dwayne reported. “Who the fuck did this?..or what?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ARET~

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

Ren muttered, his finger tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, a heavy, metallic footstep echoed through the chamber. From the shadows behind the crystal, a figure stepped forward. It wasn't a faceless golden knight. It was a Warden. The Warden was twice the size of a normal avatar, clad in heavy, blocky armor that looked like server towers bolted together. Its head was a blank monitor screen, glowing with a menacing red eye. It held a massive, two-handed energy hammer. BOSS DETECTED: BASTION WARDEN (FIREWALL PROTOCOL).

How many more things would destiny demand before it was satisfied? A violent explosion interrupted her thoughts. The entire tower shook. The battle outside had grown worse. Through the broken windows they could see the Gatewalker fighting the enormous Warden. The two ancient creatures tore apart the city with every movement. Black rivers overflowed, bridges collapsed and fragments of ancient towers fell from the sky. Yet something was strange. The Warden was not attacking the people. It ignored the fleeing citizens. It ignored the Bell Tower. Its attention remained fixed on the Gatewalker. Like two soldiers fighting a war that began before humanity existed.

I do feel my body getting weaker by the minute. Zerdan needs Bash’s blood to fortify the herbs and oils he brought for my wounds. As soon as Bash gives Zerdan the go-signal, the old man slices a deep cut on my friend’s palm to procure a good amount of blood from him. Misha assists Zerdan in mixing the herbs he brought with Bash’s blood. Watching Bash’s cut close up, almost instantly, reminds me that he is a powerful werewolf.

He asked her with a look of astonishment on his face. “Yes.” She replied. “I want you to sign it. I don’t trust you, Draven.” She told him and moved back. “And you think I will succumb to a mere human?” he asked her with a smile. “Let’s just say I don’t want to take any chances.” She simply said to him and gave a warm smile, a smile filled with deception and murderous intent. With an elongated finger, he dug into his palm and watched as blood seeped from it. Then he allowed the few drops of blood to fall on the paper, creating a beautiful red pattern, before his wound healed at a very fast pace.

she said quietly, “is the true oath of the Weber line.” I took it hesitantly, the book strangely warm in my hands. As I opened it, the scent of ancient parchment and binding spells filled my nose. The first page was simple. One symbol. A bloodline knot. But on the second page, I gasped. Words burned into my mind like brands. "The Guardian shall not merely seal the darkness. She shall be its Keeper. It's Warden. It's last Hope if the Balance falls." My fingers tightened around the book. “Keeper?”

"Those animals were kind to us because of your command. That helped us gather experimental data and maintain the Potters' position in research and business." I sucked in a cold breath and spoke through the pain, "Aunt Wendy is gone now, and the wolf pack has been harmed. I'm not staying here anymore." "It's all my fault, May. The Potters can't be destroyed by Noah's hands! I'll expel Noah and forbid anyone from helping him. Please stay, alright?" I spat out blood and touched the bone flute on my neck calmly. "Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me."

Its elongated head dipped once, like a bow. “They’re responding,” Caleb breathed. Then, from the far side of the circle, another guardian stepped forward — larger than the rest, its runes blood-red instead of blue. The tone changed to a harsh vibration. The others froze. “What’s happening?” Rowan whispered. Lyra’s jaw clenched. “That’s a Warden. Leader of the ring. If it rejects her—” Ava swallowed hard. The Warden advanced, every step ringing like iron on stone. Its spear was twice her height, carved with clawed spirals. It stopped an arm’s length away. The red runes pulsed.

Yet we walk away, stealing short glances, as if she’d somehow throttle our necks from behind. “This is too easy,” I mutter. “I don’t like easy things.” “I don’t feel right.” Damon whispers. Me too. Ward C is cooler. The air bites through gloves now. Stainless steel everywhere. Drawers line the walls like filing cabinets for bodies. The burnt body lies on the table. Maybe his, maybe not. I grit my teeth, fighting the sting in my eyes, step closer. My nostrils flare from the stench. The damage is too severe. Skin blackened. Facial structure distorted. Chest charred.