Impel Down Warden Novels & Stories

After our wedding, my father bought us this villa. Since the brothers often stayed up late editing videos, and the villa had more than enough room, I had invited Jason, Gloria, and my mother-in-law—Margaret Larkin—to move in with us. Seeing me enter, Mason only gave me a brief glance before returning to shaving. "Back already?" I rushed over and grabbed the razor from his hand. "Don't touch my husband's things!" He jumped, startled, only then remembering that now, he was supposed to be Jason McMahon.

Almost. “So,” Mara said, poking the flames with a stick, “what now? We killed an ice god, we survived an avalanche, and Kora’s glowing like a spirit lantern. Do we retire and open a bakery, or what?” I chuckled softly. “You’d burn all the bread.” She pointed her stick at me. “That’s rude. And probably true.” Edward gave a rare, faint smile but said nothing. He was staring into the fire, lost in thought. After a while, I broke the silence. “The Warden said something before he vanished. He said the flame remembers love, compassion, and that it would destroy the balance if left unchecked.”

The Warden watched from his throne, eyes bright with cruel amusement. “You could have ruled with me,” he called over the clash of steel. “Instead, you’ll die in my pit.” Zara’s temper snapped. Magic surged up her spine, hotter than fire, sharper than ice. She thrust both hands toward the throne, and the stone beneath the Warden’s feet cracked like breaking bone. He leapt clear just as the throne collapsed into molten rubble. His smile was gone now, replaced by a flicker of something Zara liked better—fear.

Double the defense. The warden's eyes widened. Realizing he couldn't win. Couldn't stop us. His compulsion changed. Not attacking. Pleading. Help me. Please. I don't want this. Can't stop. The collar. Make it stop. My heart twisted. Another victim. Another broken wolf forced to be warden. "Stand down." My voice carried. "We'll free you too. Remove the collar. But you have to stop fighting." The compulsion wavered. Hope flickering. He wanted to believe. Wanted to trust.

Then the lead Warden reached the valley floor. The giant figure stopped. Nearly eight feet tall. Covered in weathered silver armor. Its face hidden behind an ancient mask. The silence became suffocating. Then the Warden knelt. The entire valley froze. A second Warden knelt. Then a third. Then all of them. Hundreds. Kneeling. Not to Lucien. Not to Ronan. To Althea. Shock rippled through the camp. Even the Guardian looked stunned. The lead Warden lowered its head.

I say but he looks at me shocked shaking his head. "I can't do that, I don't even know where they are," he says but I give him a look, I knew he knew where they were, if he knows this much he'll know the rest "okay I know where they are, but no one is allowed to go down there without authorisation from the king or queen," he says, now it was my turn to pace up and down "this is probably why I wasn't meant to tell you," he says sitting on the bed, where I was we've both just swapped places, now I'm pacing. "We need to get authorisation then," I say walking towards the door, Justin hot on my tail as I walk down the corridor.

POV: Neoma He wasn't gone. He was just buried under the biological imperative to kill. I watched Barzil fall. The Iron Warden, the man who had been a wall of muscle and gravity between me and the world, crumpled. He hit the floor plates with a heavy, final thud. Blood pooled instantly. It was dark, rich, and viscous against the white tile. It smelled of iron. "Barzil!" Wolfy screamed. He tried to rise from the corner. His leg was twisted at an unnatural angle. The bone pressed against the skin.

Keyboards clattered endlessly while reports poured in faster than the analysts could process them. None of it concerned me. It would not be long before she was standing in front of me willingly. Every path available to her already led back here whether she realized it or not. The command doors opened again behind me. “Sir.” I glanced over my shoulder as Damon entered the room. Unlike the others, my Beta did not waste time panicking. His expression remained controlled, though the tension in his posture told me the situation was more severe than the officers realized. “We’ve reinforced the security protocols surrounding Warden’s Pass,” Damon reported as he approached. “Additional containment t

Lena’s POV “What do you mean creator?” I demanded. The cracked Warden turned toward me slowly. Behind the broken silver mask, his human eye twitched with panic. “There is no time.” “That is not an answer,” I snapped. The ground shook violently beneath us. The massive roots surrounding the Wardens twisted harder, crushing one of them against a tree. Metal screamed. White light burst from its body as the construct collapsed lifelessly to the ground. The remaining Wardens immediately formed a defensive circle around me.

“That’s exactly what we’re trying to determine, Lady Commander.” The Warden exhaled, hands settling at his hips as his gaze swept the chamber before fixing on Garud. “Our working assumption is that the restraints are weakening, and that Garud has begun ramming itself against the structure in an attempt to break free.” “Has anyone else seen this?” “Only myself and the Vice Warden,” he replied. “I granted him access to the Pits, but he remains in the outer chamber. He’s not permitted inside Garud’s enclosure… though he has seen the fractures.”