Nanbaka Warden Novels & Stories

“You already know, Elias. You just don’t remember.” I stepped forward, heart racing. “What the hell are you talking about?” The woman’s smile widened, and she took a slow step toward me, her movements eerily graceful. “The Warden is not just a title, Elias. It’s a legacy. One that you and I share.” Lena's voice trembled beside me. “You’re one of them... one of the Wardens?” The woman’s eyes flickered to Lena, then back to me, her expression shifting ever so slightly. “I was the first,” she said, her tone colder now. “And I’ve been waiting for you.”

will fight for my people, I am still confused as to why I am to die in this ignorant manner. Everyone said the gods would stand for us, for we have acted in accordance to their laws; thus, we deserve sacred protection. This belief amazes me, for battles depend on the strength of men and not the gods. The gods give courage, but men fight the battle themselves. “I was counseled to take Banabella to the kingdom of Fallahi, - I mean your mother’s birthplace. I have handpicked a group of men who have been chosen to take Banabella to the village of Bo, in the kingdom of Fallahi. Don’t be surprised, my boy. Yesterday I read what was written on our wall. I saw our young men running away from Muzaga

Ren muttered, his finger tightening on the trigger. Suddenly, a heavy, metallic footstep echoed through the chamber. From the shadows behind the crystal, a figure stepped forward. It wasn't a faceless golden knight. It was a Warden. The Warden was twice the size of a normal avatar, clad in heavy, blocky armor that looked like server towers bolted together. Its head was a blank monitor screen, glowing with a menacing red eye. It held a massive, two-handed energy hammer. BOSS DETECTED: BASTION WARDEN (FIREWALL PROTOCOL).

And on her armband, printed in big, bright red letters is— WARDEN OF ORC. “It can’t be…”. In the next breath, Sakura turns, presses down on the number she picked, and runs out the door, slamming it shut behind her. “Get her!…”.

When Nara was done with them, she looked at their Leader. The Tansa Leader was already scared and started pleading with Nara to let her go but Nara was in no mood to hear or have mercy. Nara made the Tansa leader kneel before her and slowly Nara made the Tansa Leader suffer. She use her mind to make the Tansa leader burn from inside. The Leader started coughing out smoke, due to her insides burning up and finally turned into ashes. Nara and her witches smiled victoriously. Nara was glad that finally her Hunter was down for good.

On the Pearl City dock area, the entire area were already being occupied by Aeternum Navy, the Aeternum ships and warship were already anchored on the shore, any ships that were on the vicinity were either sunken or just being pushed to the side as the Aeternum ships take their places. In just 5 minutes, the dock area and the Western Side of the city has already fully under Aeternum occupation, the one that were leading the assault, were the Navy Marine Division 1, lead by Commander Barika, Known in the Aeternum Royal Navy as the Sailing Orc. As Barika were an Orc, yet as a race that never really be seen on a ship, on a water body, Barika were a unique ones.

But a big male wolf stepped right in front of me, blocking the door. "Ms. Okafor, my master has been waiting for you in the shadow," the man said. He pointed toward a giant black iron carriage with dark glass windows. "Please come over to that carriage for a talk right now." I looked at the big black carriage and let out a mean laugh. "Should you not tell me your name before you go around ordering people to walk with you?" The man stopped and looked shocked. His name was Jabari Kane, a high guard for the King. He had dealt with many strong wolves in the Alpha Council Corporate Circle, but he had never met a plain girl who spoke so rudely to him.

Arz exclaimed. “Then, I just have to save them three and the sages first and go to Tanah Lot to kill the real one!” Varz exclaimed agitatedly. “Oh, just to let you know. He is a member of Waku-Waku who wears a polka dot cloak with a blue color base.” Barz said. Varz remains silent. “You know what I mean, right?” Barz asked. Varz leaves them right away. “By the way, if all of you are killed already, you are supposed to be sent here, right? Where are the others?” Arz asked.

“Before the Architect was sealed. Before the mounds. We didn’t fight for the Crown. We fought so the Crown wouldn’t have to.” Darius picked up a tablet. “My grandfather told me stories. He said the first Wardens had no banners. No names. Just knives and a promise.” Elias traced the carving with his thumb. “‘A death on the wall buys a village its harvest.’ That’s why we count days now. Not bodies.” Aria closed the crate. “The keeper’s warning makes sense now. If we forget it’s payment, not pride… we’ll stop paying. And he wakes.” Elara set her coffee down.

Suddenly, a colossal shape began to slowly emerge from the seam. This one was not clawed like the scout. It wasn’t distorted either. Instead, it was solid. Undeniably ancient. Its surface looked like obsidian fused with bone, layered plates shifting slowly over one another as it rose higher and higher. It did not rise in a haste nor roar. It simply ascended. The stranger’s eyes widened in shock and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They have sent a Warden upon us now.” Dax’s expression darkened. “That sound like something we can never outrun.”