Dbd Blood Warden Novels & Stories

Chapter 20: Bloodline and Bypass "Stop," Thalen hissed, his hand shooting out to lock around Zeyric’s wrist with a grip so tight the bones clicked together in the freezing gloom of Malakor’s antechamber. "Do you feel that? The threshold ward isn’t just keyed to faculty mana signatures. It’s a literal blood-gate. It reads lineage."

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."

"The city... the Shifters... they’re dying, Sora. The mutation... only your blood... only I know how to stabilize it." Sora tightened his grip. The sound of Aidan’s windpipe creaking filled the silence. "Then they die. I’m not a cure. I’m the end of the line." Before Sora could close his fist, the reinforced wall behind Aidan buckled. A massive black shape burst through the concrete and steel. Vardan. The Alpha was covered in the blood of the tactical team, his fur matted and his jaw dripping gore. He let out a roar that shook the very foundation of the hangar.

I needed a rule the corridor couldn’t twist into a weapon. I needed something the cage couldn’t interpret as permission. The ancient voice in my bones returned—steady: Speak true. Not broad. Precise. I lifted my bleeding palm and pressed it against the stone beside Dax’s knee. The rune light crawled toward my hand like it wanted to taste it. Then I spoke the rule like a blade. “WARDEN DEBT TRANSFERS.” The corridor froze. Mara’s smile faltered for the first time. Kieran’s coal-bright eyes widened, interested.

My leather jacket creaked as I slung it over the handlebars, the Blackwood crest embroidered on the sleeve catching the weak sunlight like a warning. Pulling my ID card from the inner pocket—a sleek obsidian slab etched with my biometrics and a drop of my blood for authentication—I swiped it over the scanner. The gate's wards flickered to life, a low hum vibrating through the ground like the earth's own heartbeat, scanning for threats: silver-laced poisons, illusion glamours, rogue spells. Green light. Access granted.

Swallowing thickly, every inch of my body thrusted into an inferno. He places my index finger onto the screen, making a swiping motion to showcase the streak of blood. A white scanner slings across the screen, processing my blood. For the purpose of this screening, all werewolves blood was recorded into the system like humans. They match your blood cells against theirs, determining if there is a compatibility. “Please be red. Please be red.” I chanted desperately. Suddenly, the lava lamp bubbles change into a radiant gold. A colour I hadn’t seen before.

“You believe you lose your blood because you have money?” His jaw tightened slightly. “My parents died, and it is people like you who made my voice shake,” I said. “People who determine that others are irrelevant.” The guards came nearer, and they caught my arms. "Take her," Dino said. Trying to turn my head back to look at him, I was pulled by them towards the door. “It is no use killing me and washing your blood,” I said. Dino hesitated, the first time in a long time. "Wait," he said suddenly.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

"And we will not tolerate it. Also, the leader of Nightshade is a wizard, not a human." "Again, when do we leave?" Cruz asked a little louder this time while Eve nodded her agreement. "Since a wizard is involved, Daphne said that she would call in an army of witches to fight with us," I replied. "Xander, if we need them, do you think the vampires will fight with us, too?" Xander nodded. "Yes, of course. I've always heeded their call, and they will heed mine, as well." Sasha leaned forward. "So, how soon can we get everyone organized?"

"Get behind me!" ​The hound squeezed through the door, followed by two more. They were the size of horses, their bodies shifting and blurring like smoke in the wind. One lunged. Kael caught it on his shield, the force of the impact sending him skidding back. He sliced through the creature’s neck, but it didn't bleed—it simply reformed a second later. ​"You can't kill them while the field is up!" Kael shouted over the roars. "Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!"