Nanbaka Warden Novels & Stories

The fabric clung to his broad shoulders, narrowed waist, and the firm round swell of his ass like a second skin. At the end of the long intake corridor stood the 38 years old warden Marcus Kane, six-foot-four of pure, commanding dominance. His uniform stretched tight over his massive chest and powerful arms, his steel-gray eyes cutting through every man like a sharp blade. He ruled Cell Block C with an iron fist and an unspoken promise, "good behavior earned good rewards while a very good behavior earned massive cuck time with him.

The warriors filed out slowly, moving with a shared sense of quiet urgency, their purpose palpable. But one figure lingered. Tomas, one of the oldest and most respected patrol leaders, advanced with a measured step. Rain-soaked, grey-streaked hair clung to his forehead, his boots still splattered with mud from the night’s treacherous terrain. He reached into the folds of his coat and extracted a small object—an intricately carved ward token made from obsidian, its surface etched with the clan’s sigil. He placed it on the centre table beside the sprawling map, its dark sheen absorbing the flickers of firelight. “For her,” he said simply, a quiet reverence in his voice. “If she’s ours, she sho

"Their defense has three layers, Inka. First barrier is the Anti-Alpha Rune gate. Second is the Warden elite forces. Last is the White Tower's spiritual seal, directly linked to Mom's holding cell." I step closer, but before I can even glance at the map, a pair of Hunter's muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind, possessive as hell. Hunter buries his face in my shoulder, breathing in my Lunar flower scent with a long, heavy inhale. "You're pushing yourself too hard tonight, babe. Let Zane handle the map."

I interrupted immediately. The Warden went silent. “No.” she said The word hit harder than it should have. My pulse slowed dangerously. “What?” “She was not an ancestor.” The symbols on the massive silver door flared brighter suddenly. Lena gasped sharply as another wave of energy surged through her body. “Kade…” she cried softly. I moved instantly toward her again. This time the cracked Warden did not stop me because he knew it no longer mattered. “That woman” he said quietly behind me,

A cascade of memories that were not my own. *I saw a she-wolf with silver hair, her face as weathered as the mountains, standing on a cliff under a sky torn by green lightning. She held a complete, glowing medallion in her hands, not as a weapon, but as a seal. "The Veil is thin here," her thought-voice echoed in my mind. "We must guard the rift. We are the Wardens of the Threshold."* The title hit me like a physical blow. *Wardens*. The entity had called itself the Warden. It wasn't a random title. It was a perversion of this sacred duty.

While he did not know anything about the Sunchaser Isle, the man's honorifics alone told him about the man's origins. Rok must be from the south sea, as only members of some factions there had the title of warden! "Ascendant rank, huh?" Frank could see the weight class of the old man, and it did not surprise him. In fact, he could tell from the warden's nonchalant expression that he had yet to go all out. To his shock, once the warden left the field, he headed straight toward Frank's seat. "Hehehe… I'm here to pass a message, Mr. Lawrence."

“Good. Because we need to talk.” Gabriel shot him a warning look. “Gently.” Winter rolled his eyes. “I *am* being gentle.” I sighed and swung my legs over the edge of the stone slab. “Just say it.” Winter straightened. “You’re a Warden.” The word settled heavy in the air. “No,” I said immediately. “I don’t remember choosing that. I don’t remember *anything*.” “Because you weren’t supposed to,” Oragon said. “If the First Wardens knew the cost, they likely erased their own memories. Or had them erased.”

Zira adapted quickly and pretended to be simply changing her posture. "You should eat too!" Neoma said chirpily. "You caught it after all." Ward tore his gaze away off Zira's back to dig in. Neoma did not expect his easy compliance. Feeling good about it, she tried to make some conversation. "Come to think of it, I still don't know your name." "Ward." He replied nonchalantly. "How did you get kicked out of the pack? You seem really strong." Seconds passed, followed by minutes. Neoma realised that Ward had no intention of carrying on the conversation.

Nick said to the warrior and he scurried off. “What carts of wolfsbane?” Estan asked as soon as he was gone. “And why did you bring someone? I thought I made it clear to come alone?” Estan asked with a grave tone. “Firstly, brother, none of your business. And secondly, I'm the commander of the Pack Watchmen, don't blame me for being extra cautious after being invited to a narrow alleyway at dusk.” He said, shrugging. “Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Nick patted Estan's shoulders. “I need to find some stolen wolfsbane.” with that, he turned and left.

For the lackeys, they have two types which are Wakagashira-Hosa and Kumi-in which are the Underlings and enlisted men or soldiers. With knowing that, my position can be called similar to Shategashira which is a lieutenant. Once I established that they can't disrespect me in any way and are to ensure my safety there. Well, not like I need one but if a war broke out when I'm in a foreign country, that could be a problem. I'm only bringing Alice's team and Vanessa with me to Japan since with their skill, they're enough to protect me from any possible danger. Since Vanessa is going to be with me, I leave White Queen in charge. It's the first time for them to be left alone and be in charge of the