Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

wolf blooded. That notwithstanding, the connection he shared with Boy-D runs deeper. Marlon believed he could have cherished his parents presence more than he did when they still lived but didn't! thinking they'd be there forever. Delusional their effortless healing capabilities extended into immortality. His biggest mistake! One that he regrets woefully which torments his very soul and he wouldn't want to commit with Boy-D.

Except it wasn't empty. A single figure stood near the exit, silhouetted against the weak exterior lighting, waiting with the patient stillness of someone who'd expected them all along. Marcus's radio crackled again, this time with a voice Ryan recognized instantly from the underground corridor, calm, measured, and utterly without mercy. "Going somewhere, Warden?" Griggs said, stepping fully into the light, flanked by two guards Ryan hadn't even seen until they moved. "You really thought I'd leave the one exit nobody's supposed to use unwatched?"

“But I’m not Tempest anymore. I’m not Nyx either. I’m something new. I’m Eternal.” She looks at me with those mismatched eyes and there’s no recognition there, no daughter seeing her mother. “I have a purpose now that transcends family,” she continues. “I am the guardian of the Pain seal, the eternal warden who holds suffering in stasis. That’s what I was meant to become.” She turns her attention to the frozen bubble around the Pain entity and time solidifies around it like crystal forming, permanent and unbreakable. The seal locks into place in a way that feels final, the Pain trapped forever in a moment that will never progress, unable to emerge or escape.

“You’ve heard of them.” “Yes,” I said quietly. “But only fragments.” “That was intentional,” he replied. “Their existence was erased from most records.” Winter crossed his arms. “You elves erase a lot of inconvenient truths.” Thalanor didn’t deny it. “The Wardens were not weapons,” he continued. “They were anchors. Living bindings designed to contain convergence points—places where catastrophic forces pressed against our world.” My breath hitched. “Like the seals.” “Yes. But stronger. More… personal.”

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"

… Vivian took me back to the werewolf base. There was no wedding. She simply tossed me onto the bed and then ran back out to drink and celebrate with the other werewolves. The second she closed the door, I climbed out the window and slipped away. This wasn't an attempt to escape, of course. Ever since vampires and werewolves had appeared in this world, they'd spread across the globe like a virus. They could fly and had overwhelming combat power. It wouldn't take long for them to completely conquer the humans. No way was I getting away.

Across the continent where Roy, Kieran, Tanaka and Brock lived, there was a force, a force that protected the land. The Celestial Watch. Ten divisions of power that vow and work under the king. Each division held its own dominion. Div 1: Vanguard Div 2: The Recon Div 3: The Enforcers Div 4: The Medics Div 5: The Shadows Div 6: The Artisans Div 7: The Sentinels Div 8: The Scholars Div 9: The Judicators Div 10: The Warden Each had their own area of what they deal in, and they have a hierarchy, from 1 to 10; the higher the number, the more power they have over the people.

Every step he and Vex took sent vibrations through the concrete, cracks spiderwebbing through the streets, altering the battleground beneath their feet. Riven’s chest tightened. He could feel the city responding—not to him entirely, but to the chaos. If he made one wrong move, thousands of lives would be lost. And Vex knew it. THE WARDEN INTERVENES Then it happened. A shadow darker than night poured into the streets from the alleys, curling around them like smoke. The Warden emerged fully—its form towering, yet fluid, shifting with the city’s pulse. Caretaker. Stop this now.

Lyra felt the system merging deeper into her mind. Her voice echoed softly. “…Hey Adrian?” “Yes?” “…Guess we’re roommates forever.” Adrian allowed himself a small smile. “I’ve had worse partners.” The Warden screamed as the final seal closed around it. The dimensional breach began collapsing. The ancient invaders were dragged back into the prison. And the system prepared to become eternal. The last lock was forming. But something unexpected was about to happen…