Ed Warren Novels & Stories

Flashback to 2 months ago: "I've been staring a hole into this invitation," I said as Leno, my Beta, looked at me, slightly exasperated. "I still don't get why they suddenly want to invite us. We have been out here for the past 50 yrs since the war just because we didn't want to join their Federation," Leno said, shaking his head. "We had many losses and vowed never to get back on that continent," I tell Leno.

After going back and forth for longer than the best part of a day, a decisive winner couldn't be determined between the two men. It was a fight in the making ever since Warren encountered the Fire Fangs. Who would've thought that he would act as James Parker's dog even after his death. But this time Warren had something to fight for. He had to fight for the protection of not only the town, but the continent as a whole.

POV Warren The camera flashes fired like artillery rounds, but for the first time in months, I would rather not take cover. I bathed in them. Every shutter click composed a note in the symphony of my triumph—evidence that the Warren West the world saw humiliated at the altar by Amy Romano was dead. In his place stood a man reborn, clad in an impeccably tailored suit and accompanied by a bride who, though merely a consolation prize to fools, served as my Trojan Horse into the empire that was mine by right.

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

"Sarah, I hear you. No need to be so worried about our boy. Maybe he's just out there playing with his powers. You know how arrogant Tristan is sometimes." Warren replied but all he could think of inside was how his wife could possibly move a bone this early in the morning. He had done all the sutras in the book and every possible position to achieve nirvana and yet he was still the first one who surrendered in defeat in the end. 'How could Sarah's stamina rise that drastically in just the span of a single day?' Warren wondered and got his answer not a second later. ‘TRISTAN! THAT WRETCHED DEMON CHILD REALLY KNOWS HOW TO MEDDLE INTO MY AFFAIRS.’ Warren realized inside.

I unhurriedly turned around when I heard a familiar voice. “ What are you doing here, Warren?” I asked with a frown.. Warren Murdoch is a tech billionaire and a friend of mine.. “ I was visiting a friend at the hospital when I saw you leave.. I didn't want you to get into trouble so I decided to follow you..” he explained with a smile on his face.. His brown eyes sparkled as he smiled and gave nothing away.. Warren has been friends with me since highschool and has always taken good care of me..

(Mason) The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I’m not winning the argument. The argument keeps going like this. Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.

“Calm down, Rose. That boy needs school. Nothing else. You have to fix this quickly.” Her chest tightened. Frank was right and she had no choice but to return to the school. The principal gave her a letter stamped with the school’s crest summoning her to a special meeting with the board. He told her that if she apologized to Mr. Grayson he would sign the recommendation letter that would let Tyler enroll elsewhere. On the day of the meeting, Rose walked into the school's conference room. At the far end of the table was Mr. Grayson, Danny’s father in a navy blue suit. A uniformed officer stood behind him, as his personal guard. Mr. Grayson wasn't just wealthy; he was also a senior officer in t

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”