The Warded Man Movie Novels & Stories

“A battle between a woman and the mighty Thor’Al— a fight unlike anything we have ever seen before.” “This will be fun.” The warden muttered lowly. “Let the battle begin!” He voiced loudly and with that utterance, I raised my gaze and finally rested it on Thor’Al. He was still taunting me and entertaining the audience. “I’ll beat her with a finger flick and then I'll beat her with this meat.” He said and brought out a monstrous dick from his pants. The people cheered for him. But I trudged over to him, grasped his arm, and flung him away.

He blocked the baton with his cuffed hands, pushing the surprised warden against the wall. “Hit me again and you’ll be shitting out of your mouth.” He snarled into the man’s face. Chase stood back from the man, letting him go. He watched Peters warily, like a cobra waiting to strike. “You don’t want to make an enemy of me, Ward.” Peters warned, “You’d better watch your back.” He slammed the cell door closed. Chase pushed his cuffed hands through the slot and the warden uncuffed him. He rubbed his chafed wrists to get the blood flow going and sat down heavily on the narrow bunk.

And judging from their short interactions, Cobb seemed like the type to drain another person of their very use to the very last drop before he would do them any favors. “I will make you give me a name. If I have to do the unimaginable, then I will,” Rein thought as the door let out a deep groan when she pushed it open. And true to her warning, most of Cobb’s men lie bleeding on the ground. What appeared to be a large storage facility was now turned into a slaughterhouse. And facing her by the entrance was the Evander Don holding a man up by his head, using him as a shield against whoever opened the door.

But since they had an encounter, not just a small encounter with the vampires who had to scatter the whole villages and killed some of the individuals there, that's when the whole thing changed and they began to be observant even at night hours as well. Willard wandered around, to check if some of the guards were still at their duty posts even the person he assigned to stand at the gate, was seen sleeping on duty, and the funniest thing is that he came with his mat and he spread it at the side of the gate then covered himself so well because of the weather that was so fucking cold. Then as he got over there, he, first of all, looks for water, as he tiptoed to his spot, where he was sleeping,

I lost my balance and fell against the metal rack behind me that held our equipment. There was a loud, metallic thud. My right shoulder hit the sharp corner of the solid metal rack. A pair of ice skates with razor-sharp blades slid down toward me, neatly slicing into my right wrist. The searing pain that felt like cracking bones and torn flesh instantly overwhelmed me. My vision blurred as cold sweat soaked my back almost immediately. However, Ian didn't even spare me a glance. He picked Katie up instead, his eyes filled with ruthless malice. "You'd better pray that Katie is alright, Claude. Or else, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Not in worship. In obedience. The lead Collector lowered his head. "The Warden awakens." The title echoed through the chamber. Warden. Not monster. Not king. Not enemy. Adrian's historian's mind seized on the difference immediately. Wardens guarded things. They didn't conquer them. He spoke before fear could silence him. "If it's a Warden..." "...what is it guarding?" No one answered. The black figure continued emerging from the impossible darkness. Its body remained hidden beneath a cloak woven from shifting shadows.

"No!" The bald man wiped the sweat off his face while issuing instructions, "Order the sentries to put away their guns immediately. No matter what happens today, no one is to act recklessly. If anyone dares disobey, I'll skin them alive! Also, inform the gate guards to open the doors immediately. No one is to obstruct him. Where he wants to go, let him go. " After speaking, the warden hurriedly left the monitoring room. The newcomer was puzzled. "Who is that guy? Why is the warden so terrified of him?"

My stomach growled with hunger, but I was too afraid to move. Fearing that if someone heard a floorboard creak in here, they might remember my existence. And come for me. I heard one solid thud on the door. “It’s me, Jade. Move everything.” I recognized his voice. But there was something wrong with it. He sounds hoarse, exhausted. I quickly unstacked everything. And dragged the table away in rough jerks. “It’s clear.” Warlord turned the key in the lock and swung the door open. His shoulder was propped against the doorframe. And he was holding that bicep with his other hand. Huddled over like he was in pain.

“You can’t be serious.” Wade’s smile hardens into something that could have been mistaken for tenderness if you were not watching him entirely. He presses a button on the small remote he keeps on the table. A screen on the sideboard glows to life. On it, like a bad dream replaying, is footage of a garage — nothing ornate, just concrete and the kind of unremarkable overhead light that hides more than it reveals. Two men in dark jackets move across the frame. A car door opens. Adrianna slips inside, gathers something. The camera angle is rough, the image grainy, but the meaning is unmistakable.

"I don't even know this man. Other than being our master's father. Why do I have to carry his name?" "Shh," Lucille muttered, "Wardens are watching." Sure enough, the wardens, dressed in black leather armor and holding silver-tipped sticks, patrolled the area. A young omega refused to hold her placard, her tail tucked between her legs in fear. A warden stomped forward. "Lift it, or get hit!" She whimpered, shaking her head. Whack! The stick landed on her back. She howled in pain and dropped to the ground. Others quickly raised their placards higher.