Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

"And when will I be yours?" "It depends," Beverly replied casually. "Dependent on what?" "Depending on when you will open your heart to me," "I opened it," "I don't have the key," Beverly pursed her lips. "Can you tell me where you keep the keys to your heart?" "In a place that humans may not be able to reach," "Luckily, I'm not human. I'm a fairy. " "You're not a fairy?" Jackson pinched Beverly's nose anxiously. "You are a devil."

The wards had been so reliable for so long that many had begun to think of them as genuinely eternal, forgetting they were maintained protection rather than natural law. “How is this possible?” demanded Elian, great-great-grandson of Elara through bloodlines that had continued after her transformation. He now leads the central council, coordinating territories with authority inherited but not dependent on his ancestry. “The nexuses were supposed to be permanent. Natural power that refused oblivion.” “Nothing is truly permanent,” the Guardian replied, its voice carrying the weight of truth learned through a century of existence. “The nexuses are ancient, but not infinite. The western site has

Andres was up early the next morning, preparing for the day. He had just arrived at Quaint Hotel and finished tidying up when Cohen burst in, pale and clutching at his phone. "Andres! Something terrible has happened!" Before Cohen could continue, Andres' phone rang. He held up a finger to silence him and answered the call. As he listened, his gaze shifted to Cohen's phone, where an image stopped him cold. The once-familiar pink Cullinan was now charred black, surrounded by the smoldering remains of Eterna Haven. Smoke billowed from the scene, and a stretcher held a body covered by a white sheet nearby.

He continued. "I'm Rowena, the second eldest." The old woman introduced herself. "And I am Dorothy, the third eldest." The other old man with white curly hair said. "It's an honor to meet you, elders." I bowed again. "It's an honor to meet you too, princess Nemiah. You even came from another world just to fulfill the prophecy. We have seen your sacrifices and we appreciate your perseverance. But don't worry, this chaos will finally come to an end and you'll be able to go back to your real world." The first elder seemed to know a lot about me. I was astounded, unable to respond.

"The North is a State of Being. We are no longer the 'Assets' of the West. We are the Dream the West is Afraid to Dream." Eryx stepped beside me, his Lament-Steel fur now reflecting the violet-silver light of my own. He wasn't a Blood-Alpha anymore. He was the First Consort of the New Cycle. The Warden bowed, its wooden body creaking. "The Marrow has woken. But be warned, Moon-Apex. Valerius has seen the light from his towers. He knows he can no longer audit you. He knows he can no longer control you."

The horn's echo lingered beneath the mountain, rolling through the ancient corridors until even the stone seemed to hum with it. Fine dust drifted from the vaulted ceiling, catching the silver glow of the runes before settling across the Wardens' weathered armor. No one spoke. The Warden standing before Lyra remained perfectly still, its sword planted in the stone floor. Pale light burned inside its empty helmet as it waited with infinite patience. "Crown Bearer," it repeated, its voice carrying the weight of centuries. "State... your... burden."

Wyot replied, “I’ve discovered something, sir.” “Is that so? Do elaborate.” Wyot said calmly, “I went to the Aeternus District some time ago and encountered a man called James Caden. He had recently defeated Warner, who was ranked third on the previous Boundless Ranking. James has successfully cultivated the Tenfold Realms Transcendent Sutra.”

He became the black wolf in a heartbeat, lunging through the air to intercept Hakan. But Hakan wasn't alone. Four other Elders stepped from the shadows of the hallway. They weren't shifting. They were shifting partially, their hands becoming claws, their faces elongating into half-human snarls. They had been hiding a secret of their own. They weren't just wolves. They were something older. "The Silver Peak was never a pack," Hakan laughed, his voice distorted. "We are the Wardens. And we have waited a thousand years for a hybrid to return so we could finally end the cycle."

Once, I stood as a god among gods, Vaerion of Wards and Watchfire, I gave my soul to these walls in the final days of the old world, when the other gods bled into the earth and left their heirs behind. I did not die. I endured. And now, the heir has come home. The Accord dares to send vipers into my forest. They dare to set foot on my grounds, to stalk my chosen through shadow and silence? No more. I awaken. My pulse runs through the very stone. A vibration. A groan. A memory rekindled. The wards flare to life. Ancient sigils long buried beneath the courtyard blossom upward with golden blue light. One by one, the seals reactivate, lightning on the walls, fire on the gates, whispers in the ro

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.