Deadman Wonderland Warden Novels & Stories

" He held up his hand and uttered a phrase that blazed through the atmosphere. The collar around the woman's throat flashed crimson as she made a tiny sound that sounded like the beginning of a prayer. Her body trembled as the glow scorched her flesh as she yelled and gripped the metal. Then there was quiet. The air became quiet. There was the lingering stench of burnt flesh. Luna stopped. The warden grinned as if she were appreciating his skill. He remarked, "It hears him." The Alpha doesn't even have to say anything. It tightens with a single thought. It only takes one word to kill. Luna's throat became constricted. She forced herself to gaze even though she wanted to turn away. Horror was

Vivaldi calls out, waving mockingly at the hunters as we peel out of the driveway. ~~~~ THE WANDMAN, HIS BODY TREMBLING with exhaustion and fear, crawls toward his fallen comrade. The Stake Hunter lies on the ground, his breath rattling in his chest as he clings to life. "Hold on," the Wandman mutters, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll get help."

The others raised their weapons immediately. The forest ahead twisted violently as enormous roots burst upward from the ground. Blue light flooded the trees. Then a figure stepped through the distortion. Silver mask, black staff and a warden. But unlike the others, this one’s mask was cracked down the center. And behind the fracture, I could see a human eye staring directly at me. Alive, aware and terrified. The Warden spoke in a strained voice that sounded painfully human beneath the mechanical distortion. “You need to run.” The man beside me frowned sharply “Why would we trust”

I went to the kitchen area and grabbed a glass of water and I handed it to her. “Thank you.” She drank the medicine and I told her to lie in bed. I held her forehead and she felt hot. “You just rest, okay?” She nodded. I went outside and took out my phone. “Hello, Mr. Takeda?” “Yes?” Kael’s father answered after the 2nd ring. “This is Terrence Grimes from Grimes Corporation.” “Ah yes, Terrence, is there a reason you’re calling me?” I smirked. “Yes sir, it’s about the partnership with DRIVEA.”

The man’s voice was a choked, horrified whisper, the sound of a man who knew he was already dead. "Sterling… one more thing… you have to know…" he stammered, his breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. "There’s only one way into Alcatraz. You have to be 'invited.' But no one ever leaves. Because the Warden… he’s not a man. He's a monster. A 'Collector' of rare things… a creature that even the highest members of the Fenrir Council are afraid of." The line went dead, replaced by the final, chilling hiss of static. The name hung in the air, a promise of a horror far worse than any mere prison could ever hold.

"Are you sure, sir? Wonder is actually real?" Adrian nodded firmly. "Yes, Wonder is real, and he left behind his memories. Wonder was a monster with a human face and a serpent's body, but it had a kind heart, and people trusted him. In the end, he sacrificed himself to protect everyone. That is why I need you to remember if Crutcher told you anything else.” Phillip trembled with fear. The appearance of the demon lord and wreaking havoc on the world was overwhelming for him to accept. He tried his best to recall every word Crutcher had spoken.

A tall figure stepped out. It looked like a wolf, but its fur was pure white and its eyes were gold. Power rolled off it in waves. "I am the Warden of the Border," it said calmly. "No cursed blood is allowed to cross into these lands." It looked straight at my belly. "Especially not one that carries the end of our world." Damien growled and tried to stand in front of me again. The Warden smiled. "And now… you have brought it straight to my door."

Damien Vale. It wasn’t scratched out. It was glowing. And next to it? Elara Vale. There was a new word under mine: Bearer. The shard I held pulsed—just once. Then died. And went completely silent. “No…” “Welcome to the ledger,” a voice behind me said. I turned and spotted a shape enrobed in black ice. The Warden. His face was a wilderness of runes and veins, but the force within him was irrefutable. “Long time been waiting for you,” he said. “You and your precious shard.” I raised my hand, but the shard did not respond, and then he smiled.

Lucian added his weight to the other side, their combined effort keeping it pinned. Mara’s final word hit the air like a hammer blow. The gate’s light surged, swallowing the creature whole. Its body twisted once, then snapped inward, vanishing into the frame. The sudden silence was almost worse. Lucian let out a shaky breath. “Two down.” Mara shook her head. “That was the warden. They’ll send the real one next.” The gate pulsed once — slow, deliberate — as if confirming her words.

after a day ' Shut up this witch is sexy' Astonished, Mars added, to be ignored by his owner, who stood in front of the concerned person and near him stands Ardina, who is wearing a nice white dress with styled hair decorated with some white roses as well. Zayn and his wolf were very impressed with her appearance “Oh, the Luna is here,” she said, greeting Ardina, with which she immediately reciprocated, “Welcome to our flock. I am the Luna Ardina.” Very gently she nodded to separate the red-haired hug, answering her with a beautiful smile " Before you is the most powerful of the witches in the most herds, his name is Naina." With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold bac