Novel & Cerita Deadman Wonderland Warden

Suddenly, a colossal shape began to slowly emerge from the seam. This one was not clawed like the scout. It wasn’t distorted either. Instead, it was solid. Undeniably ancient. Its surface looked like obsidian fused with bone, layered plates shifting slowly over one another as it rose higher and higher. It did not rise in a haste nor roar. It simply ascended. The stranger’s eyes widened in shock and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They have sent a Warden upon us now.” Dax’s expression darkened. “That sound like something we can never outrun.”

“Amber. Not gold. Not yellow. *Amber*. Deep, ancient... like they’ve seen too many centuries and not enough mercy.” Nyra’s expression hardened. Her next words dropped like lead. “He’s alive.” Dylan glanced between them, his voice cautious. “Who is he?” Nyra’s eyes narrowed. “The Warden of Ash.” --- The golden-eyed man stepped out from the shadows, the flickering candlelight glinting off his gold-trimmed cloak. Behind him, the air shimmered, thick with magic. “She’s remembering,” the witch said beside him, her voice raspy and cold.

Every hair on my body stood. “It’s talking about me,” I whispered. “Abby,” Damian hissed. “Don’t—” But I stepped forward. Lightning sparked in my veins. My staff shimmered. “I’m here,” I said, chin high, sass intact. “Didn’t think you’d RSVP.” The creature laughed. The sound shattered a rock behind me. “I am the Warden of the Rift. And you... have meddled with what should remain buried.” “Oh no,” Norma whispered. “We definitely needed an army.”

It pressed against my chest like a heavy hand, stealing my breath, forcing me down. Kieran groaned through gritted teeth. "It knows we broke the chains." "What is it?" My voice shook. He hung his head. Sweat and ash dripped down his face. "The Hollow's fire. Not just a prison. Something with a mind. A keeper. They called it the Warden." The flames surged up at his words, taking shape, but it wasn't the shape of flesh or a wolf. It was something in between; a giant made of red fire and smoke, with coal-black eyes that burned right through me.

“They always come running when the cage is loud enough.” The council leader staggered to his feet, fury and fear warring across his face. “You manipulated this.” The Warden laughed softly. “You lit the circle. I just waited.” Kaden helped me to my feet, arm tight around my waist. My legs shook violently now that the adrenaline was draining away. “You set a trap,” he growled. “You let her think—” “I didn’t lie,” the Warden interrupted, eyes flicking briefly to him. “I just didn’t explain.”

My claws extended as I partially shifted, raking across his chest and sending him crashing into the barrier. "Submit." I growled, standing over him with my claws at his throat. He looked up at me with hatred but nodded his submission. One down. Medical wolves rushed in to tend to Garrett while I tried to catch my breath. My ribs ached and I could feel blood running down my face from a gash above my eyebrow, but I remained standing, turning to face my next opponent. "Second challenger," The elder announced with what I swore was anticipation, "Alpha Kane of the Western Territory."

The old man—Ossen, though nobody called him that to his face anymore—stood very still, staring up at the ridgeline like he was trying to count them and losing track. Then one of them stepped forward. A man, tall, gray at the temples, a badge at his collar that caught no light at all, like it drank it instead. He didn't climb down. He simply walked off the edge of the cliff and landed without sound twenty feet below, upright, unhurried, like the drop had been nothing. Alvar's stomach turned over. The man straightened his cloak. "I am the First Warden of the Keepers." Nobody answered him. Alvar felt Caierre go very still beside him, that particular stillness he'd learned to recognize—the one t

"Some already tried to drive us off. Funny it was actually shifters trying to drive off the human population and the rest of us put a stop to it. As you can see, we're still here. The coyotes couldn't drive us out then, and neither will you now." The man turned back to his drink, lifted it to his lips, and downed the last remnants with one swallow. He set the glass back on the bar, straightened his jacket, and then turned to face Wes, his gaze cold and cunning. "I assure you, we are not a pack of mangy coyotes. The Order of Wardens will not fail. If I were you, I'd take my offer while it's available. Otherwise, you'll lose this place and have nothing to show for it. That would be a shame, si

Two hounds lay at his feet, gazing up at him as if hypnotised, and a hooded falcon rested on his raised right wrist, talons gripping the leather glove, as fierce and dangerous as her handler. Karen reached out blindly, completely disoriented. Her fingers were met by and enmeshed in Armina’s, who pressed against her side, whispering, 'Isn’t he lovely? Can you see his bulge? Doesn’t the very sight of him make your tits tingle and set your cunt on fire? Come back to my place tonight and I'll tell you about him.’

A long shadow stretched across the valley, swallowing the towering pines and creeping over the kneeling Guardians until even their silver glow seemed faint beneath it. No one moved. No one breathed. Pelari stood at the edge of the open hangar, his white cloak unmoved by the wind. His hands remained clasped behind his back, and yet somehow he looked as though he already owned the forest beneath him. “So,” he said, his voice carrying from impossible distance, “the old stories were true after all.” The Last Warden didn’t look at the ship. His attention remained fixed on the dying Guardian. “You should not have come here.”