The Warded Man Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Raid handed his over without hesitation. I removed mine and tossed it to the ground, crushing it under my boot. The man nodded, impressed despite himself. They let us through. Inside, the warehouse was wide and empty except for the men waiting. At least fifteen of them. All armed. All watching us like they were already deciding how they’d kill us. At the center stood their leader. Big. Scarred. Confident. “So,” he said in accented Italian. “The fallen Don walks back into the fire.”

I start helping my teammates get the fire under control; if it were to spread, it would be very dangerous. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man who informed us about the broken elevators, and I walk over to him. "I wanted to ask you, why was the apartment of the young woman I helped padlocked from the outside?" At that, the man's face distorts, turning into pure terror. "That cannot be. Each apartment can only be locked from the inside. Miss Williams is the owner, and she certainly could not have done it, since you brought her out unconscious."

The layers of dark clouds rolling in from the distance made him panic. “The weather is about to change.” Morrow mumbled this sentence under his breath before he coughed violently and passed out. The servants turned pale with fright and quickly called for medical staff. … On the other hand, Wade had returned to his residence and was standing in the hall with three men in front of him. They were wearing uniformed black steel armor branded with a tiger pattern, black steel helmets, steel-toe boots, and had tiger-patterned sabers at their waists. They were a deadly presence in the hall.

It wasn't a simulation. "The Wardens," Jack breathed. "They're early."

I looked up to see Arthur leave the house and feel my phone vibrate in my hand, this time with his call. "Hardy,” I mumbled trying to sound cool when the truth was, I wanted to run and beat him up. “You have the money?” Ward asked, unaware that three of my men were circling him from behind pointing directly at him. "I have you, son of a bitch,” I growled in his ear watching from a distance as he lost his smile and turned when they spoke from behind his back. "Don't make a sound, you're done, Ward."

I whisper but I am unsure of my answer. When Faris opens the door and wheels me inside I am shocked at what I see. Ward is lying in the hospital bed with tubes and wires connected to every inch of his body. There is a tube down his throat and a machine is helping him to breathe. Burns cover every inch of his body to the point where he is almost unrecognizable. Faris wheels me closer to the bed and I take Ward's hand in my own and press my lips to his charred skin.

Halfway up, a sound tore through the night—a scream, inhuman and layered, like a thousand voices all speaking at once. Seren froze. “That’s not a howl.” “No,” the stranger said grimly. “It’s worse.” I risked a glance over my shoulder. I wish I hadn’t. The Wardens were emerging from the treeline—tall, skeletal figures draped in tattered shadow, their faces hidden behind masks of hammered silver. Their limbs were too long, their movements wrong, jerking like puppets pulled by invisible strings. And their eyes—if you could call them eyes—were nothing but pits of swirling starlight.

That would cause a huge sensation outside. Unfortunately, their plan fell through. "Get out of the way! Who do you think you are, daring to block my path!" At that moment, a coarse voice came from outside the courtyard. The person who came was burly and extremely arrogant. After entering the living room, he introduced himself. "Weldon, head of the Special Agents. I'm here to take over Mr. Ward's security detail. If anyone dares to obstruct them again, they will be executed immediately!" The Wards' faces changed because things seemed to be out of control.

What he hadn't expected was that Ward snatched the gun from the man next to him, cocked the hammer and aimed the gun at him. His face suddenly changed, and he begged for mercy, "Mr. Lopez, I was wrong. Please forgive me..." Boom! With a gunshot, a hole appeared in the forehead of the guard. His eyes were wide open, and his body fell backward straight. Witnessing this scene, everyone was terrified. Even Keagan's face turned pale. He clenched his fists and dared not make a sound. It seemed that Ward had cut him some slack by slapping him. Ward didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and ordered coldly, "Take him away and bury him."

With a sharp shout from Conrad Clark, a fellow department head, the ward fell dead silent. John's fist froze halfway through the air. In the next second, Conrad strode to the middle of the room and shoved his phone screen right in front of John's face. "Look carefully! The security footage is crystal clear. From the moment Dr. Strickland entered the room to when your mother broke down, she never even touched the bedside table." He suddenly turned his head, his gaze locking onto Sonya, who was shrinking into the corner.