Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

(Elijah) The Eternal Night Division was one of Aeternum's many secret military divisions, but it was undoubtedly the most formidable. Unlike the Special Forces, the Eternal Night Division surpassed all others in every aspect—physical attributes, effectiveness, and tactical prowess. What set them apart even further was the fact that every soldier in the division was a vampire, granting Aeternum an army of undying elite soldiers. However, it was precisely because they were vampires that their existence had to remain hidden. In the current age, vampires were still regarded as evil creatures, not just another race of humans. Revealing their existence would severely damage Aeternum's reputation a

Three days later, the Eternal Portrait was done. I stared at my reflection on the canvas. Pale, thin, but I still held the dignity of a wolf noble. "It's beautiful," the artist said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Like a soul resting in the Moon Goddess's embrace." Soren stared at the portrait, his expression unreadable. "Now you need Wailers," he said, turning to me. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?" Wailers—an ancient class of wolves who used song to guide souls. A legendary Wailer cost enough to buy an entire estate for one ceremony.

Built to last, crafted to stand watch, designed to guard rather than rule. My hands no longer bore claws, but they carried both the burn of fire and the cool weight of shadow, able to channel either or both as needed. My eyes glowed not with the wild hunger of curse or the cold calculation of power, but with the steady light of someone who had walked through every extreme and found the center. Luna Eternal. The name echoed through the chamber, spoken by voices I somehow trusted. The Guardian. The one who would stand watch when others could not, who would bear the weight of protection for as long as protection was needed.

With a final, deliberate motion, Nina let out a sigh of satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watched the last vestiges of resistance leave me. I was hers — body, mind, and soul — and there was no escaping the darkness she had unleashed. “I don’t want to lose myself,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling as her words danced around my mind like a siren’s song. “You won’t lose yourself, Elias,” she promised, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation. “You will become something greater. You will join me in eternity.” It was a promise that hung in the air, thick and heavy with implications I could scarcely fathom.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

Ezra asked as he picked up his beer again. Wes grabbed a glass from under the bar and set it on the counter. He then reached down and grabbed the whiskey, filling the glass. "His grandfather is from Draven Falls. Apparently, he's part of some group called the Order of Wardens who see it as their duty to drive shifters out of human populated areas. He offered to buy Everglades a couple of days ago, and now, his grandson threatened to do something to the place." He glanced over at Brianna. "I'd keep a close watch on yourself while they're in town."

Is he adopted? "This is Chester, my last born," Aunt Brenda introduced before turning to another girl, who I was sure was about our age. "This is Gaile, Chester's twin," she added before pointing to a young girl who was by Tito Charlie's side. "And this is Chessa, our eldest." I can see Lienzo turning to look at the young woman like his age. Even Chessa's smile on my brother didn't escape my eyes; that's why I didn't do anything but squint in my seat.

George stepped closer to the window. “I don’t see anything.” “You wouldn’t,” Harry said quietly. “Then what is it?” I pressed. Harry’s expression hardened. “The Celestial Wardens.” The name meant nothing to George. But it meant something to me. A memory. A story whispered when I was a child. Ancient wolves who guarded the boundary between fate and interference. “They don’t intervene,” I whispered. “Not unless something threatens structural destiny,” Harry replied. Evan’s jaw flexed. “And they think Ethan does.”

Foundation, The People’s System, Hegemony of Free Peoples Matriarch de Jardin walked down the spacious corridors of the Eternal Hall with lengthy, purposeful strides. Alongside her was one of the Grand Parliamentarians, who despite his age was able to keep up with her pace. Trailing behind the two of them was a handful of their aides, assistants, and personal guard. There was even a Parliamentarian Voice among them, though he did his best to stick right by his charge. The ‘crowd’ was not for him.

Johnny rolled his eyes, making no attempts to stop the witch as she stormed out of the kitchen. It had been several hours since Ursula made her discovery and since then, everyone had been flying around the place trying to slow down a mass shift. However, Johnny couldn't help but think they were too late. Now the wolven spirits had been given a chance to awaken, they would do what they could to stay awake. It was simply a case of natural survival instincts. But he followed orders and the orders were to slow down a mass shift until they all understood a bit more of what was happening.