Dbd Blood Warden Novels & Stories

Warden. The impact shook the cavern. I moved. I couldn’t fight like them without worrying about Aria’s bond pulling me apart. So I put myself between Elias and the skeletons, white wolf vs. undead army. Teeth, claws, blood. The skeletons didn’t feel pain, but they broke. They shattered under my jaws, under Darius’s claws, under Elias’s sword when he shifted back to use it. Kade was holding the Warden’s attention, tearing at its fused limbs, but the thing was adapting. Every time he ripped something off, red light pulled it back, reformed it stronger.

One of the werewolves came to end my misery and he approached me with caution. “Stop. No harm shall befall the girl. It would bring too much suspicion, we’ll have other chances to exact revenge but for now we must make use of our heads.” The warden uttered like a law. The soldiers proceeded backwards canceling their form. I had no strength left in me to attack as I stayed on the ground paralyzed. The Warden limped towards my mother, his cane which assisted him tapping with a spine-chilling rhythm. With an otherworldly smile he raised it, and in a swift, merciless motion, split her throat.

Saint asked me quietly as we moved out of the small room. I gave a low whistle as I looked at the carnage on the warehouse's former showroom floor. Pieces and parts of the Wardens were littered around the room. A couple hands over there, an arm over here. A head, an ear. Two thighs, but not a matching pair, at the far side. "What the fuck?" I breathed. "Your Scarlet is a deadly warrior. The Wardens were not here to help you or warn you about the Beast. They were here to kill Scarlet. She was supposed to rise up and become the Blood Queen of the Fae," Oliver said.

She had no weapon but her hands, and the knowledge that Dante was now, impossibly, the only weapon she needed. The upstairs was a single, cluttered office. Through the cracked door, she saw Pete a gaunt man in a stained tracksuit pacing before a heavyset man in a leather jacket. The bookie. Not the killer. A collector. “The girl’s dead, Pete,” the collector growled. “Your debt isn’t. You said you had information to sell. So sell it.” “I need a guarantee! Protection!” “You get cash. That’s the guarantee.” Dante stepped into the doorway. “He’ll take a different deal.”

I stood up slowly then found myself in the middle of corpses. I remembered the previous ordeal, I was too surprised to say anything, the shooter was just a boy, one I had known, my own brother Ikem. They had gotten to him turned him into a machine only bent on destruction. I saw the fear written in his face, the terror of the blood he had shed, his eyes coloured of marijuana.

But the silence is worse than the pain. A twig snaps. I don’t look up. "If you’re here to take samples, just get it over with." No answer. Just ragged breathing. I turn. A Warden crouches in the blighted brambles, their silver robes torn, their mask cracked down the middle. Blood—real, red, human blood—drips from beneath it, staining the dead leaves. I scramble back. My petrified hand scrapes the earth, leaving a trail of gray in the soil.

"The Warden bloodline dies today!" He overextended on a heavy downward strike. I stepped inside his guard, grabbing his wrist with my bare hand, and let the pure, unyielding power of the silver vial surge through my veins. Silver Warden light exploded from my grip, shattering his red dagger into dust and searing through his gauntlet. Vane let out an agonizing scream, clutching his burned arm as he stumbled off the dais, crashing heavily onto the stone steps below. "Asher, the roots!" I called out, turning to the bleeding white trunk.

“Before the wolves became their own gods, before the lines between the living and the dead were drawn with blood. The tether was severed. And so began the decay. You think your wars are recent, but they are echoes. You are descendants of a pact broken. The vessel,” his gaze locked on me again, “is the last heir to that pact. And now that the shard is gone, her blood is the only thread left strong enough to stitch the worlds together.” I swallowed the chill rising in my throat. “And if I refuse?” The Warden smiled wider. “Then the balance crumbles completely. Your kind falls first. Then the rest follows.” Marcus was already beside me, his blades humming faintly with enchantment. Tobias flanke

Blood streaked down his limbs—but he did not slow. For the next several moments, the two clashed in the dark. Wind screamed through the chamber as the Warden forged weapons from the air itself, hurling them in relentless succession. Theobald met each attack head-on, his glowing blade cutting through them with brutal efficiency. Then, an opening. Theobald’s sword cut cleanly through the Warden’s shoulder. The arm was severed at once, falling to the stone as blood spilled in a dark rush. The Warden dropped to one knee, his breath ragged. With his remaining hand, he formed a half-triangle, summoning a dense wall of compressed air around himself.

he murmured. “Never.” The warden spat blood. “Then die trying.” Damon's eyes hardened; he immediately smashed the warden's head with his foot, ending him there in that instant. Damon's glowing skin returned to normal as he shifted back to human form, but he didn't celebrate. His eyes turned to another enemy standing right before him. It was another general from Hallow Hades. This pack must be really impressive to produce two contenders in the final of a battle royale.