The Warehouse Amityville Events Novels & Stories

“One of the warehouses.” My muscles tightened instantly. “Which one?” “The holding dock by the West Pier.” I stood up all the way, anger hitting me like ice water. “Vincent, if you’re calling me because someone attempted something—” “No,” he cut in. “Boss—they succeeded. They blew it up. There was a bomb there and they detonated it.” Blood roared in my ears. Who the hell… Who the actual fuck would hit my warehouse? I forced my voice to stay flat. “Is anyone hurt?”

“Victor Fredrick. I know who you are, Head Council. It’s funny that your guy was just with us this morning. I guess, it wasn’t a coincidence, was it? Was he the one who planted the evidence to frame me?” “Dane was there under a council-sanctioned job, but he did not frame you for murder.” “Whatever you say.” Obviously, the warehouse wasn’t a warehouse. It was another werewolf council headquarters. It had rooms, desks, fancy transparent monitors, and hologram maps. They have agents and staff in suits as well. They stuffed me in a white room with a table and chairs facing each other. Then they left me by myself. The door cracked open. Victor walked in alone with a folder in his grip. “Let’s ta

While we continued to chat, a strong wind blew in our direction, we took shelter as it progressed into a whirlwind. The whirlwind rolled progressively and flung one of the doors open. At a closer look, we realized that we were around the faculty of the black birds and the whirlwind had just flung open the door of one of the rooms where the black birds' relics and artifacts were kept. "I thought the door was always locked," one of us said and curiosity took over us. "Let's check it out," I said and we ventured into the room. "I hate this place. It's the witches' warehouse, it contains creepy things, I mean bad energies," Evelyn complained.

We had over twenty statements and video footage of the women testifying about the things that were done to them. They all knew Carson’s face and name and they mentioned several other names of men now all dead. The bloodied warehouse was all over the news and described as a horrific bloodbath. Hearts had been ripped out, necks slashes open, a part of the warehouse had burned for a few hours and there were no survivors. One police officer described the scene as something from a horror movie and that some of the victims had their throats torn out.

It seemed everyone just wanted to annoy me today. “Sir, there's something.. " He avoided my gaze, which was something he never did. If anything, Zayne was the only guard able to look me in the eye. “What is it, Zayne?" It seemed like this was serious. “There was an attack on the warehouse, downtown. It's really bad, Boss. All our coke was taken and the men were killed. " I found it hard to comprehend what he was saying, so I rushed to the car, the driver speeding off to the ware house.

He closed his eyes. Vivian's face flashed behind them. Her laugh. Her fury. The way she looked at him sometimes like he was the only thing holding her together. But she was also the reason he was here. The reason he'd lost his job, his apartment, his future. She had pulled him into this darkness, and now she was drowning, and she was taking him with her. "The warehouse is on Varick Street," he said. "Abandoned textile building, three blocks south of the canal. She's in the main floor, tied to a support beam. There's a loading bay in the back."

Two minutes until we struck. The warehouse complex loomed in the darkness ahead—industrial buildings surrounded by chain-link fencing topped with razor wire. Floodlights illuminated the perimeter, but Dr. Chen had provided the exact positioning of blind spots, camera angles, guard rotation patterns. Everything we needed. 10:59 PM. I thought about Emma. About Grace. About the future we were building. About all the wolves and vampires risking their lives tonight to make that future possible. About the fifteen wolves we'd lost to Black River. About the hunters who'd attacked our hospital, targeted our newborn, terrorized our pack.

A hissing murmur ran through the warehouse as if other supernatural voices joined the frenzied conjuration of the mantra to invoke unknown and terrible powers that would reverse nature and bring Herwin Reiss back to life. The images continued to haunt him. The dull glow of a scythe mowing. Wild dogs that devoured the corpse of a beggar. Butcher hooks from which gutted corpses hung. The glassy gaze and limp jaw of a head rotting at the end of a sharp iron bar. A mortar where a pestle crushed bone. His hands clenched around his friend's broken neck. The shedding of purple-gray intestines when a hanged thief was dragged away and dismembered. The stuffed corpse of a long-dead knight, lying withi

"We can't find the answer by getting angry. Let's go look at the warehouse first, we might get some clues." Thomas took a deep breath and drank some water to calm down, and then they drove to the warehouse. *2 hours earlier* "Mam, are you sure about this?" Theo asked Amy. He became nervous as he looked at the warehouse in front of them. They were standing in front of the headquarters, where AB organization did all their untold work. They stood in front of a truck, in which they had driven there. "It's part of the plan, darling." Jane answered him, and they all were trying not to laugh at him.

Willie Mariano, on the other hand, was confused to get up. "What's that?" Mr. Willi Mariano shocked. He turned his gaze to Cathy and Reyna, who were crying as they stood opposite the warehouse door. While Gray and Wesley are both curious as to why the women are crying. He noticed that Bashie and Raymond approached to have a partnership, so he followed suit. He was devastated when he saw a pile of corpses in the warehouse. "Who did that?" Wesley suddenly asked. "I think someone killed our classmates while we were all sleeping!" Gray's predictive answer.