Ed Warren Novels & Stories

He's just a kid. I took a deep breath and pulled out my wallet, taking out one of my business cards and handed it to the kid in front of me. He quickly took it, furrowing his brow as he read it. "Zion Yohan Warren... CEO of Warren Enterprises, and the owner of Warren Hotel and Casinos," he read from the business card I gave him.

The people Warren brought were professionals; they could easily defeat at least ten ordinary fighters. However, in front of Jamie and Stephen, they were nothing but mere three-year-old kids in their eyes. They did not even have half their strength. In a few seconds, Warren’s people were defeated. “You… you guys dare…” Michael was so terrified that he was pale. It had been so many years since anyone from the south had ever fought Warren’s people. “Shut it, foreigner!” Jamie was already grabbing Micheal’s collar and flinging him toward the wall. Now, there was only Warren left. He was still sitting on the CEO’s chair, sweating bullets.

“You did what you could. And that counts for something.” Warren let out a humorless laugh, tossing his shirt onto the chair in the corner. “Yeah? At what cost?” I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him with a calm I didn’t entirely feel. “That check,” I said, more cautiously now. “You know that’s not the end of it, right? Using money to get rid of Wayne is only a temporary fix. He’ll be back. People like that always come back—especially when they smell blood in the water.”

Kennedy asks him. I watch as Warren smiles a menacing smile that I’ve never seen on his face before. It reminds me that Warren was a fighter for many years and survived multiple wars, many of them all at once. He is a strong warrior, a strong Alpha, and one that would never tolerate someone hurting those he loves. “I let the pack have him,” he says.

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..

Charles answered. Warren’s face appeared on the screen—pale, but smiling. “Hey, brother,” he said. “Thanks for everything. I saw the press conference. You really stood up for her.” His eyes shifted. “Emily.” She turned slowly, her voice cool. “Hi, Warren.” There was a pause. Warren’s smile faltered slightly, but he recovered. “I wanted to tell you both something. I just got the results from my latest scans. The doctors are optimistic. They’ve scheduled me for surgery next month.”

Jake replied and grinned as he drove them back to the clubhouse. Warren didn’t say anything, but he gave Jake a look as he pulled up to the clubhouse and parked his truck at the back of the bar. He followed Jake when he got out and headed to a side door. Jake scanned his palm and typed in a code before the door clicked open. Inside the clubhouse, Warren was greeted by men wearing Warrior cuts. He glanced around at the men all staring at him and he knew then that he never would’ve made it inside this place, not with the intention of walking out again.

Lila could not believe that the monsters she was expecting turned out to be really sweet people. With the way his mom welcomed her from the door, one would never believe that there was truly a war going on between both families. It made her wonder if it was only her family that was keeping up the war or if the Beaumont family was just a bunch of really good actors. She was leaning towards the latter because there was no way they were going to be really sweet towards her that way.

The walls were adorned with murals of hope, and the chatter of patrons filled the air. Bruce takes a seat outside on some old metal chairs while I go grab some sandwiches from the counter inside and pay. I bring the food out along with a coffee and take a seat beside him. As we settled I noticed a radio playing inside and just about make out talks of politics, the war and other snippets of information, someone turns the volume up, a voice breaking through the din announcing that the war is finally over. My heart raced and I looked at Bruce, his eyes lit up with disbelief and joy.