Ed Warren Novels & Stories

Serena's POV Ten years later. Silver City. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my top-floor office at The Claws headquarters, looking down at the city that never slept. The neon lights below flickered like stars scattered across the night. "Ms. Serena, congratulations on winning 'Security Strategist of the Year' again," my assistant, Maya, walked in, holding a heavy invitation. "That's the fifth time." The fifth time. In ten years, I’d gone from a heartbroken girl to a legend in the world of werewolf security.

Their eyes came on me and it was still seething with the same level of unwelcome as before, the dryness in my throat knew no bounds. “What’s going on??” Buck asked as he stepped into the squabble. “Someone messed with the bridge again.” One of them responded, “It was Hiram’s job to secure the broken pieces and even the idiot can’t do a simple task. It’s no wonder he’s an omega.” “Damn you Jiram!!” The other spat back. They were brothers from what I could decipher , “It was both of our jobs to watch the damned bridge until she came, but you fell asleep cause you would rather drink booze instead.”

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

“Excuse me?” She shrugged. “I mean, from what little I remember—and from what the elders hinted at—Warren wasn’t exactly warm before everything went wrong. He was controlled. Strategic. Distant.” “That doesn’t make sense,” I said. “He’s not like that.” She tilted her head. “Now, or before?” I opened my mouth, then closed it again. “I don’t understand,” I said quietly. “Why would he suddenly pull away?” Mara didn’t answer immediately.

"It's nice to have you here buddy." They bumped their fists and then he pulled Waniya in a hug. Waniya threw her hand bag on a couch and sat around the table. Abraham noticed them sniffing hash from the table. "Waniya!" He yelled her name. "What?" She looked confused at his sudden outburst. "You didn't tell me you are using drugs." He looked hurt and angry. "So what?" She looked offended by his interruption. "Get up. We are going back," he announced with finality in his voice.

her mother said, laughing. "I understand, Mama. You can make the sandwich. Thank you." Mary watched her mother cut the loaf into slices and realized it was the first time in months that they had talked so much and laughed. When the war ended, she had hoped that coming back home would make things better, that having people around would give her a sense of security. She had been comforted by the knowledge, even when the thoughts of Johnny's death had worried her in the coach, that once she was among her folks, her fears would fade away.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

William let out a sigh of relief as they began to eat in relative silence punctuated by the sound of their cutleries against fine China but he thought too soon as it was soon chattered. "I have good news," Ava said garnering everyone's attention. "So, are you going to share this news or will you keep up the dramatics", Zarah said with an eye roll. Ava playfully smacked her back and said, "I will share my news but first, Zion will you help us with a drum roll". "This must be big news if it is deserving of my world-famous drum roll," Zion said before shifting his plate aside and using his hands to rap a distinct beat on the table.

Alarick stared at Erriene’s trembling lips before looking into his violet eyes again as he continued. “Because tomorrow, I will declare war against your father.”