Impel Down Warden Novels & Stories

He was fully shifted as he ran to the warden. Bang! The warden's kick sent him flying meters away and awkwardly landing on the dusty arena. The whole crowd went ballistic, roaring and cheering. "He thinks he's something, but the warden finished him with one kick!" "Just how powerful is that warden?" "No wonder the Triplet Alpha kept him in charge of the bad criminals in Hallow Hades!" Their chatters flew around the arena as tension built between Damon of the King's Guard and the warden of Hallow Hades.

I immediately rushed to him and explained the situation. He cautiously pulled me aside and called the cops. "Dr. Larson, you're not in a good state right now. Let me take you outside." He escorted me out of the third ward with a baton in his hand. I turned back to see the other guards forming into smaller groups, splitting up to look for the killer. On the way, the streetlights above me suddenly lit up once more. Albert explained, "The circuit breaker for the lights broke down today. Looks like they've fixed it."

It was beating fast—just as fast and just as wild as mine. “I still can’t believe this,” I whispered, still lost in awe and wonder, barely able to grasp the reality of what was happening. “It feels like a dream, something too beautiful and too painful to be real. I can’t believe that a guardian like you—someone meant to watch over from afar, someone bound by duty and rules—fell… all because of a forbidden love with a human like me.” My words made him tighten his arms around me, pulling me even closer as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go even a little.

The entire mountain groaned. Not with pain. With strain. Far ahead, the enormous claw hooked around the broken remains of the Sixth Gate tightened its grip. Stone screamed beneath its weight. The creature beyond the darkness pulled again. The five Wardens answered instantly. The white-haired Warden raised her cracked silver sword. "Hold the Seal!" The remaining Wardens planted their weapons into the floor. Silver light erupted from beneath their feet, racing toward the broken doorway in glowing lines that wrapped themselves around the claw like chains. For one heartbeat...

I was the latest in a line of readers who had fallen into stories and tried to change the endings, and the Warden had erased every single one before me. "Then why am I still here?" I asked. The words came out cracked, splintered, barely holding together. "Why hasn't the Warden erased me?" Riven's hand closed around my shoulder, his grip hard enough to ground me in the physical world, in the chamber, in the moment that was still happening instead of the moments that had already been written and discarded. "The engine is stopped," he said. "Look." I turned and saw what his fingers had found. The central gear of the Warden mechanism had been sheared in half, the break recent, the metal still br

Ash whispered, “Divinity?” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “I’m not a god.” The silver gaze returned to her. Not yet. The ground seemed to tilt. Rex’s hand closed around hers. Firm, grounding. “Explain what you are.” The stranger studied him coolly. “I am a Warden.” “Of what?” Kael demanded. “Of thresholds.” Ash frowned. “Thresholds between what?” The Warden’s gaze drifted briefly toward the sky where faint cracks still shimmered like healing scars.

“This isn’t over. You’ve made a powerful enemy today. I will return. And next time, I will not come alone.” He gestured sharply, and the remaining men began to retreat, dragging their trapped companions with them as the roots slowly loosened their grip. They backed away toward the treeline, never turning their backs completely, until they vanished into the mist, leaving only the three Wardens standing in the garden. Elara and Kael exchanged a long look before Kael slowly unbolted the door and pulled it open. The lead Warden turned toward them, and for the first time, pushed back their hood revealing a face both young and ancient, with eyes the color of polished silver.

The staff fell from its hands, the green light sputtering and dying. For a moment, I thought I'd killed it. Then it started laughing again, even as it struggled to stand. "Yes!" it crowed. "YES! This is what we need! Raw emotion! Uncontrolled power! The Warden will be so pleased!" It raised one translucent hand, and suddenly the air around us was filled with a high-pitched keening sound that made my ears ring. "It's calling for backup," Cole said, his voice tight with pain. "We need to move. Now."

Theodore whispered touching my hair, I flinched closing my eyes, as my warden spell got destroyed by him. ...................... To be continued

Orders echoed against the stone as captains passed them down the line. We reached the stairwell when Jeremiah’s voice came through the comms, steady and clipped. “Outer wall only. Hold the ward. No one crosses the ward line.” The inner gate was already raised when we stepped into the courtyard. The hum of the ward pressed heavily around us, and I clenched my jaw as the vibration carried into my teeth. My hands throbbed under the gauze, remembering the silver light that had burned through them the night before. My wolf stirred again.