Impel Down Warden Novels & Stories

"You've been waiting here all this time?" "My body perished." The Warden rested one weathered stone hand against its chest. "My duty endured." A fresh shock rippled through the chamber. This one lasted longer, sending fractures racing along the walls as thick curtains of dust poured from the ceiling, coating armor, cloaks, and hair in gray powder. The Warden lowered its gaze to the spreading cracks beneath its feet. "My strength is nearly spent." Cassian stepped closer. "If I can't enter the Forge, tell us another way."

“That’s what I thought.” Before Aaron could ask what he had against the British, he saw Ward come out of the meeting house, along with the other twenty or so leaders. Seeing Aaron, he waved and began to make his way over. “Ward is only half English,” he whispered to Christian, who nodded, and Aaron thought he might back away to avoid half of Ward, but he didn’t. “I have our instructions,” Ward said, a small scrap of paper in his hand. “We have two other Guardians and three Hunters on our team that we need to locate.” He was looking around, as if he might know what they looked like.

Every footstep becomes a struggle as I bring a wolf into the witch's deep sanctuary. "Hold on. Rudy," I grit as I pull us through, each step like dragging our bodies through thick molasses. "It's just the wards on this place. They...they don't recognize you as someone who belongs here. His face is red with pain but he nods, trusting me absolutely. We feel the moment the wards finally let us past when our next footstep leaves us stumbling forward as our bodies, still struggling against the earlier pushback, are unable to adjust in time. We both fall forward.

Jack raised his rifle. The lights in the corridor turned red. At the far end of the hall, a heavy blast door opened. A figure walked out. He wasn't wearing armor. He was wearing a pristine white suit. He held a cane, much like Sebastian used to. But his cane was tipped with a glowing blue crystal. The Warden. "Welcome to Deepwater 9, Mr. Sterling," The Warden smiled. He looked strangely... perfect. Too symmetrical. Like a plastic doll brought to life. "I've been expecting you. Victoria said you were persistent."

Its elongated head dipped once, like a bow. “They’re responding,” Caleb breathed. Then, from the far side of the circle, another guardian stepped forward — larger than the rest, its runes blood-red instead of blue. The tone changed to a harsh vibration. The others froze. “What’s happening?” Rowan whispered. Lyra’s jaw clenched. “That’s a Warden. Leader of the ring. If it rejects her—” Ava swallowed hard. The Warden advanced, every step ringing like iron on stone. Its spear was twice her height, carved with clawed spirals. It stopped an arm’s length away. The red runes pulsed.

He dodged, but she was faster, her claws slicing across his ribs. The Warden snarled in pain. Blood—dark and wrong—spilled onto the earth. They bled. They could die. I turned back to the leader, who was still staring at me, his expression unreadable. But I saw it now—deep beneath his mask of control. Fear. I took a step forward. “Looks like you were wrong.” His eyes burned. “We’ll see.” And then— The Wardens moved as one. Not to attack. To retreat.

I can hear a cracking sound as he falls down on his back. "Mina the C4 now!..EVERYONE OPEN FIRE AND BACK UP NOW!!…". Mina stick 4 block of C4 already set for explosion to the warden body, and immediately ran back, I follow behind and started to showered him with 7.62mm bullets as I step back. "YOU!!…...". (Warden) 4 blocks of C4 explode at the same time proved too much for the warden, the shock wave even send me and the others flying, it shook the room and fill the whole room with dust.

"But a broken shield protects no one. Come with me. Your shift is over." Zuri stood, offering her elegant hand. Mwajuma took it, letting the Captain pull her to her feet. The Vanguard warriors parted with respectful, knowing smiles as Zuri led Mwajuma away from the heavy iron gates of the Bastion, guiding her toward the winding, spiraling stairs that led up to the private quarters of the Vanguard elite.

The Valkyrie-Apex armor shrieked a critical damage warning. "Physical attacks are irrelevant," the Warden mocked, expanding its mass. "I am the weight of a thousand dead worlds. I am inflation. I multiply your suffering." Suddenly, the single chain multiplied into a hundred, then a thousand, filling the air with a deadly web of gravitational whips. Jack coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. He looked at his HUD. The Warden's mass was constantly fluctuating, inflating its attack power exponentially. Jack couldn’t match it physically; the creature was literally using physics as a cheat code.

Elliot immediately put his guard on but he felt a bit of fear, was Iris finally going to rid of him? Elliot immediately turned. "H-Hel..." A bullet ran through his chest as blood slowly starting drenching his shirt. Elliot fell on his knees, a loud thud describing the impact. His eyes became blurry as the warden with a mask slowly shortened the distance between them. Elliot turned around, although he was in tremendous pain, he tried crawling away from the Warden. "Where are you going?" The warden mocked in his odd voice. Even though Elliot tried to quickly crawl away the warden caught up to him, grabbing him by the neck.