Deadman Wonderland Warden Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 67: Get Blasted DAMON The mansion glared at us, high defense security to bypass, but we came prepared. Wizard, one of my tech men, came forward with his device, placing it on the security code and destroying the system with practiced ease. I gave a curt nod to one of my men, leaving part of my crew to guard the entrance while I walked in with Carlo, Andro, and some of my other men. The night air felt heavy with danger.

Almost. “So,” Mara said, poking the flames with a stick, “what now? We killed an ice god, we survived an avalanche, and Kora’s glowing like a spirit lantern. Do we retire and open a bakery, or what?” I chuckled softly. “You’d burn all the bread.” She pointed her stick at me. “That’s rude. And probably true.” Edward gave a rare, faint smile but said nothing. He was staring into the fire, lost in thought. After a while, I broke the silence. “The Warden said something before he vanished. He said the flame remembers love, compassion, and that it would destroy the balance if left unchecked.”

“You stand a chance of making it out of this war alive if you do as I say. Timah and I are making plans to escape from this place during the heat of the battle between Nikjin and the reigning Alpha King of werewolves.” “We cannot escape, Edvana. Any hope we had of leaving this place has just died with Zokman. He is the only one with the power to unlock the unseen shield that seals this place from the outside world.” “Well, not anymore. I have that power in my possession already.” “What are you talking about?” “I have the magical powder that Zokman uses to unlock the portals. I stole some of it from his hut yesterday in preparation for our escape tonight.” Rowana was intrigued. “You went into

) She bit down hard as she's flung aside. "Geeehh!" She hits her back hard on a tree and shouts, another memory floods her mind. FLASHBACK An 11 year old Clara was facing a bald man with an orange beard, his eyes were serious and he had an eternal frown on. "You'll be stay with me in new dawn city from now on" the man told her. "Yes daddy" the young girl answered with a sad tone. "Today will mark your first day as a Shepard, from now you're a protector of man no room for mistakes" Joseph spoke out

"You did a great job for being the unluckiest and the worst wolf ever lived in history." "You can still avoid those bad lucks if you get back to me, Melvin," says Jelian from behind me. This time, she was no longer with her twin brother but with Johndale. As far as I could remember, Johndale is the werewolf guardian who got my spot to keep an eye on New Orleans. And the one who sends me the summon paper. I don't know for how long the two have been following me but it seems that the two were also on their way somewhere when both of them were carrying their respective backpacks.

“More real than most people know. They’ve lived in these mountains for centuries. They keep to themselves… but they protect this land fiercely.” Outside, the tension was rising. Vane’s men were shifting nervously, glancing between their employer and the strange figures blocking their way. “I will not be ordered about by strangers in hoods,” Vane said, his voice hard. “Take them down.” Two of his men drew their weapons and moved forward but before they could take three steps, the lead Warden raised their staff. A soft, thrumming sound filled the air, and a faint, silvery light seemed to ripple out from the carved wood. The ground beneath the men’s feet suddenly seemed to shift roots burst upw

Keyboards clattered endlessly while reports poured in faster than the analysts could process them. None of it concerned me. It would not be long before she was standing in front of me willingly. Every path available to her already led back here whether she realized it or not. The command doors opened again behind me. “Sir.” I glanced over my shoulder as Damon entered the room. Unlike the others, my Beta did not waste time panicking. His expression remained controlled, though the tension in his posture told me the situation was more severe than the officers realized. “We’ve reinforced the security protocols surrounding Warden’s Pass,” Damon reported as he approached. “Additional containment t

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

"You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities.

I spun around. Through the reinforced glass of the second-floor control room, I saw Tamsin standing at the console with both hands pressed down on the red unlock button. Her face was set, almost resolute. "Mr. Mercer, we can’t just let them die. One day, you’ll thank me." The moment the words left her mouth, the massive alloy door we depended on for survival shuddered. With a grinding, bone-rattling screech, it opened.