Deadman Wonderland Warden Novels & Stories

"And something else. A presence that doesn't breathe. Doesn't cast shadow. Doesn't register as living or dead." "The Warden," Riven said, appearing from between the lanterns, his blood-threaded tattoos shifting in the dim light, his old-wound eyes finding mine with the heat of someone who'd chosen error over function and was still learning what that choice meant. He didn't sit. He leaned against the bench's back, close enough to touch, far enough to guard. "Or another mechanism. The recall failed, but the position doesn't abandon its functions. It finds new approaches, new instruments, new ways to maintain the boundary between story and reality." "We're being watched," he added, not whispere

From the second doorway emerged a broad-shouldered warrior with dark skin and a beard braided with iron rings. The third... An elderly man leaning on a carved spear. The fourth... A young woman with amber eyes that seemed to glow from within. The fifth... A boy who couldn't have been older than sixteen. The sixth doorway remained shrouded in darkness. None of the five strangers spoke. Instead… They looked directly at Savannah. Lucas forgot to breathe. "The Wardens..." Elias slowly dropped to one knee. "I thought they were only legends." One after another, the strangers lowered their heads, not to Mason.

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~

The man who had been her god and her monster was suddenly frail, his head resting against her chest. "Don't... let them..." he wheezed, his fingers clawing at her arm, trying to maintain his hold on her. Arthur stood up and walked over to them. He looked down at his daughter and the man who had claimed her. "You see, Ivy? In the end, power isn't about guns or grids. It’s about who owns the story. And in this story, the Warden is just a hired hand who fell in love with his work." Arthur reached down and grabbed Ivy’s wrist, pulling her away from Dante’s failing 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).

We can't beat these! “He will watch the rift,” Yarsi announced and put a hand on Tink's shoulder, who turned even paler. “This man is a sorcerer, a magician, capable of dealing with the army of the dead, he will not let them leave the rift. "Are you sure about that, boy?" I saw your magic, you easily threw them away, but we don’t know anything about this sorcerer, - the guard came closer and looked at the werewolf with a challenge. “It seems to me that it is you who should protect us from these creatures.

That also gave the one who was controlling Jackalyn a chance to infiltrate. "Gardenia Manor is vacant most of the time. But since Benjamin is staying there, the number of guards has tripled. "They aren't the sort of weaklings we see in the outside world. We'd better be careful." Wendy saw how solemn he was. She thumped her chest and smiled mysteriously. "Leave it to me. I know a secret passage here."

A crazy, scary, and yes, somewhat amazing dream. I push the door open, closing it as quickly as I can before attaching the chain lock. Which is funny, because I know it'll work on everyone but him. The Watchman disappeared right in front of me and a stupid little chain isn't going to stop him. I'm sure of that now. I'm sure of a lot of things I never thought were even possible. What he can do defies all comprehension and reasoning, and just thinking about it frightens me.

Human. “You shouldn’t have run, Lena.” She froze, eyes wide. “No…” Daniel looked toward the window. Through the rain stood a man in a black coat, flanked by two figures wearing visors the same hunters from before. The man smiled faintly when he saw Daniel. “And you must be Ward. They said you’d gone off-grid. Guess the instincts are still sharp.” “Who the hell are you?” Daniel demanded, gun raised. The man tilted his head. “Someone who’s here to finish what Rhodes couldn’t.”

But it was Damien who stepped forward and met the Warden head-on. “You say she’s the tether,” Damien said, his voice low and deliberate. “But she’s not alone. You want a war? You’ll face us first.” The Warden’s face never changed. “This isn’t war. Not yet. This is warning.” Then he lifted one hand and pointed to the sky. At first, I saw nothing. Then the clouds above the ruins tore open in silence, revealing a streak of black light that twisted like a living wound. And from that rip, I felt it—pressure, dread, and the scream of something ancient clawing at the edge of reality.