Ed Warren Novels & Stories

I try to joke, but it doesn't sound funny. “You might want to make an exception for this one.” He stands, tension rolling off him. “Warren's not like Zane. He doesn't play by the rules.” Before I can respond, Warren appears at the end of our row. Up close, he's even more imposing than he looked on the ice. Same height as Zane, same athletic build, but where Zane's presence feels controlled and calculated, Warren's feels wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. “Marcus.” Warren's voice is smooth, almost friendly. “Mind giving us a minute?”

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

The statue wasn't unfamiliar. She recognized the uniform. The weapon. The insignia. Order of the Thorn. A hunter. One from relatively recent history. Maybe twenty years old. Not ancient. Not forgotten. Marcus noticed it too. His expression darkened. "I know him." The room fell silent. "You do?" The veteran hunter nodded slowly. "His name was Adrian Cole." Nobody spoke. Marcus continued staring. "He disappeared sixteen years ago." A chill ran through Evelyn. Sixteen years. Not centuries. Not millennia.

I started a conversation with Warren. “I heard you collapse the same day as I did. How are you?” He smiled. He is not as masculine as Kyler, his body stamina is not as longer as Exequiel’s, also, his mind is not as strong as Scott. He is taller than me yet I feel like he needs comfort. In my past memories, Warren will be a successful person. His w*****n will be known. I just forgot what the theme or topic of that w*****n is. “I am fine. Good as always.”

I sent the thought through the mindlink, hoping—praying—she’d opened it back up. Nothing. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. She’d shut me out completely. I’d been trying all morning to reach her, desperate just to know she was safe, but the link kept coming back blocked. I couldn’t blame her. After last night, she had every right. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier. Especially after what I’d found out about Warren. The bastard was a con artist, kicked out of his original pack after a string of violent assaults and suspected murders that had been conveniently buried. He had ties to rogue movements operating outside the territory.

Dad sighs. "I came back to talk," he says after a few minutes of silence. "About?"I question watching Angie. She has been shifting around, and I can tell she is uncomfortable. "Warren has deep pockets and we found about thirty old rich fuckers that are still operating in different states. The number of kids and teens being sold is in the hundreds. Once we kill him, I know the others will keep the shit going. We are going to wage war",everyone in the room goes stiff at that because a war hasn't broken out in hundreds of years.

His thoughts spiralled into chaos as he tried to remember what he did next, watching his body turn from Sarah he exited out of the room, down the corridor, out into the moonlight of the Golden Spire infirmary, picking up the pace as he left the university he picked up into a full sprint. Whistling for his horse he rode off into the darkness leaving Cetni behind him. Warren reeled from his dark past and now stared at his sixteen-year-old son, bandaged, and bruised on the bed. “I'm so sorry for what I have put you through Druenn, I should never have turned my back on you”