Impel Down Warden Novels & Stories

One Warden faltered, slowed. The lead one came for me again, faster this time. I ducked low, letting instinct take over—wolf speed, celestial precision. My claws tore through the edge of their armor, and the runes on the glaive flared red in response. Pain lanced up my arm. The Warden leaned close, their voice almost a whisper. “Every time you bleed here, the lock strains.” I shoved them back. “Then I won’t bleed.”

BOSS DETECTED: BASTION WARDEN (FIREWALL PROTOCOL). LEVEL: 60 (ELITE). "Target acquisition: Unauthorized Users," the Warden’s monitor flashed with text. Its voice was a deep, rumbling bass that shook the floor. "Purge sequence initiated." "Jax," Ren said, racking the bolt of his rifle. "We have two minutes before the Blackwatch breaches the bridge in the real world. Kill it fast." The Warden charged, closing the distance with terrifying speed. TIME: 16:25 HOURS.

One of the werewolves came to end my misery and he approached me with caution. “Stop. No harm shall befall the girl. It would bring too much suspicion, we’ll have other chances to exact revenge but for now we must make use of our heads.” The warden uttered like a law. The soldiers proceeded backwards canceling their form. I had no strength left in me to attack as I stayed on the ground paralyzed. The Warden limped towards my mother, his cane which assisted him tapping with a spine-chilling rhythm. With an otherworldly smile he raised it, and in a swift, merciless motion, split her throat.

Damien Vale. It wasn’t scratched out. It was glowing. And next to it? Elara Vale. There was a new word under mine: Bearer. The shard I held pulsed—just once. Then died. And went completely silent. “No…” “Welcome to the ledger,” a voice behind me said. I turned and spotted a shape enrobed in black ice. The Warden. His face was a wilderness of runes and veins, but the force within him was irrefutable. “Long time been waiting for you,” he said. “You and your precious shard.” I raised my hand, but the shard did not respond, and then he smiled.

I said, "Only you would worship an imposter heir. Just wait. You'll see how far he'll fall when the truth comes out!" The words 'imposter heir' hit Zach like a nerve. He snapped, clawing and punching at me before yanking a stun baton from the bodyguard. "I'll kill you! I'll beat you to death!" he yelled. He swung the baton at me with everything he had without a second thought. I was held down by Jeanette, and I could not move, so I shut my eyes and braced for agony. However, the pain never came. Instead, I heard a panicked Jeanette say, "Autumn…"