The Warded Man Movie Novels & Stories

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

That means this Lord is the one who's getting his ass kicked today. "Goggle on!..Mina,Rafaela Smoke him!..Spread out!..". As soon as the door opened, on my cue 3 smokes grenade flying towards the Warden, all three land on his feet. As the smokes starts to engulf him, quickly we entered the room and spread out. "FRESH..…ARGGHH!!..WHO?!!..…".(Warden)

*Part 1: Burial Mounds – 1:17 AM, First Ward Stone* The Warden didn’t fight like a man. It moved like weather. One step and the ground cracked. Another and the fog turned to blades. Kade hit it first. Wolf form, full weight. Claws raked across the raven mask and scored stone. The Warden turned, arm rising. The ward stone behind it flared black. Ryn rolled under the strike and came up slashing. Her blade bit into the priest’s robe—nothing underneath but more stone.

But it's not until a hand reaches out and grabs me by the arm that I finally stumble and fall. And then I fight. I kick, I scratch - but the guard is too strong for me. And then red-brown hair flashes before my eyes, and I freeze. The man on top of me isn't a guard. It's Ward. There's a cut on his cheek from one of my nails, but he doesn't seem to notice. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks. His eyes are hard. And darker than usual. I can only stare at them for a couple of seconds before breaking his gaze.

They thought they'd seen a wounded soldier, a conqueror of war. “Stay down,” the warden murmured as he tried to stabilise his breathing. Damon didn't move, and the crowd began cheering. “He's finished! Damon is down!” “The warden wins even after everything!” “I thought he still had some fight left in him, but he let a deformed man beat him like that!” The whispers from the crowd grew louder and louder. This story would have gone perfectly if it ended here, but it didn't. My eyes went from pillar to post till they finally landed on Fenrir.

I work as a security guard at a luxury residential complex. My daily routine is simple but demands attention to detail. I register visitors, patrol the grounds, help residents park or move items, and handle occasional emergencies. One morning, a man suddenly showed up at the security booth. He wore an expensive suit and a luxury watch—clearly one of the wealthy residents. He placed a paper bag full of cash on the table and said: “Could you do me a favor in the underground parking garage? Afterward, this money is yours.”

Undoing the buttons of my white dress shirt, I piled it up on the back of the chair as well and waited for the captive’s response. Andrya is a brawny man, bearing the insignia of Balandin’s family above his heart - a side profile of a bear’s head with two swords forming an X below it. It wasn’t surprising that Warden wanted this man dead. To say that the two recruits would retire permanently after they got out of the hospital would be an understatement. A walking stick will be constant in their lives because of this man. Even with ropes binding his huge frame on the iron chair, he still wears a mocking facade, spitting on the side before speaking. “You’re playing a grown-up game, boy. My men

“Don’t you see what’s in front of you? I’m being framed!” Darragh’s words did nothing to help him as the four guards launched their attacks repeatedly. “Turns out I was wrong about you…” the lead guard said wrapping his fist with a towel to aid in his punch. A voice rose from behind that minute to caution against such decisions. “Enough!” it said, with the warden showing up with another man in suit. “Leave us…” the warden directed taking a seat and offering the other two seats; the one beside him to the man in suit and the one in front of him to

The alley is narrow and damp, lit by a flickering security light. She hears it before she sees it. A grunt. A sharp breath. She sets the bags down silently and edges closer to the corner. The man who grabbed her is on his knees. Hands bound. Face bloodied. Two of Matteo’s men stand nearby, impassive. Matteo stands in front of him. Calm. Still. “I was drunk,” the man sobs. “I didn’t mean—” “That’s irrelevant,” Matteo says. “You touched someone under my protection.”

Aftercare mixed with possessive kisses. “You three are mine,” Marcus murmured, his voice rough but warm. “Not just for rewards. I protect what’s mine.” Jax rested his head on the Warden’s broad chest, cum still leaking from his own used hole and the Warden’s. "This is dangerous. I came here hating the idea of submission… now I’m falling for the man who runs this hell." A sharp knock on the office door shattered the moment. “Warden! Emergency! D-Block crew just shanked two of ours. They’re threatening full war unless we hand over territory.”