Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

Sleep… The void is calm. Still. Empty but for a single point of light. The Child – no longer a child, no longer just starlight, but the Eternal Warden – stands on nothing. Their form is austere, ageless, etched with the weight of infinite vigil. Before them, rooted in the calm void, blooms the Aster. Not white. Not just black. Now, it holds swirling nebulae within its petals, faint threads of silver and crystal light tracing its form – the scars, eternalized. The anchor. The heart of the Cage.

His form flickered violently, his grip on reality weakening. "No!" he roared, struggling against it. "I will not be undone by mortals! I AM ETERNAL!" Velora joined the incantation, her voice weaving with Myrra’s. The seal glowed brighter, pressing down on the god, cutting deeper. Erythos lashed out wildly. Pillars of flame erupted from the ground. The air became thick with the scent of burning stone and something more, something ancient, something wrong. Sienna dropped to one knee, sweat dripping from her brow. The effort of holding Erythos’ power at bay was killing her, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to stand. She would not fall now. Not when they were so close.

Their face was obscured by a silver helm that shimmered like water, and they stood at the base of a monolith carved from the same stone as the cradle. Rowan raised his blade. The figure raised a hand. "You’ll find no victory in violence here." Selene stepped forward slowly. “Who are you?” “I am the Warden,” the voice said. It was neither male nor female. It resonated like echoes in a well. “The keeper of the forgotten. The architect of the Hollowborn.” Agnes hissed. “You created them.” “I woke them,” the Warden corrected. “They were never truly dead. Just waiting for a will to shape them.”

Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head. The atmosphere is charged with a profound, reverent awe that commands absolute stillness across the entire summit. The crown, forged from the purest starlight-infused metal of the first vault, hums with a familiar, comforting resonance against my brow, anchoring my spirit to the collective heartbeat of our united people.

"If Lord Vane has sent out a hunting party set on the mountains, eventually they will come for us. We must have the Daywalker Amulets." I approached the large doors. I didn't have to find a lock. I sucked on the wound on my finger, widening the cut. I pressed my bloodied palm to the middle of the red wards. Welcome, Warden, the magic whispers in my mind. The red wards suddenly blazed white. The huge black doors slowly, creakingly opened, breaking the seal that had been in place for decades. We emerged from the frigid sunlight into the gloom and silence of the temple's interior.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.

Erika said to the two in front of us, I just breathed. "No one can betray them because they have strange devices in their bodies that they cannot remove because that person is the only one who can do it. If they want to disappear, they will die." Señior Dracula said to us. "For every replacement Elders, there is a device that will be inserted into them and that is the device made by Señior Matt even Maria Vero does not know its formula." Maria Irene answered us and Erika and I were wowed. The dead will be able to remove it from them, Señior Matt is no longer there to be removed.

It was just too much and forgiveness was no longer in the cards for her because she was fully unrepentant. God smiled down at her, glad that she made the right choice. He raised his hands and restored the rest of her light and the rest of her powers. She felt her wings return to her and it made her feel whole again, a feeling she hadn’t felt in a while. Her white hair glowed in the dark before her hearth opened up to let Heaven’s light in, basking her with all its glory. “Take this with you. If ever a fight against Hannah or Garin becomes too intense for you to handle, it will give you an edge,” God said as he handed her two sets of a weapon that looked like a kind of celestial grenade.

--- Scene 3: The Shadow Wolves Stir Far beyond the Sanctuary, in the ruins of a cathedral drowned in shadow, the Eclipse Wolves gathered in a circle. Their new leader stood at the center—a figure cloaked in writhing darkness, with eyes like molten voids. “Vaelor rises,” the figure hissed. “And through his ascension, we shall become eternal.” The gathered wolves howled as one, their voices a low, feral chant: > “Shadow to flesh. Flesh to power. Power to eternity.” As their howls grew louder, a ripple of energy surged across the world, turning the crimson moon an even deeper shade of blood.

Staring at the diagram, I noticed the several territories that he was pointing out and realized the humans were the majority across. "Now you need to understand really quickly that the world is filled with magic. Your magic power doesn't just extend to fires alone, I realized you were born with the gifts of the four elements; a rare gift to be given to anyone. We will have to start training you first on harnessing your fire power." He closed the scroll and sat down face to face with me. Mr. Halway's eyes were distinctive from the rest of the witches in Valve Coven; every witch had been known to have emerald as their eye color, but his was black, a slight touch of human attributes.