Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

Anything that could not be proven by science was not real. "Though the lovers from the name basically means love in your life it is also a sexual card." I choked again. My cheeks reddened at the mention of sex. " I realised from your reaction that you are...Et intacta pura ?" "Ate what?" "Et intacta pura. Pure and untouched. A deep burning desire will fill you. Your body shall awaken and you will thirst for only that person. Only he can put out the fire...he whose soul is bound to yours."

I ask him, but he avoids my question. “Go upstairs and go in my room. You will see a painting of the sea; lift it up and then you will see a small keypad. When you do, put in the code 9182 and it would unlock a door disguised into the wall.” He explains and my mind races. The amount of adrenaline running through me right now is insane. “When the door is opened, get in and lock it. It is a bunker and you would be safe there.” My dad continues. “But, what about you?” I ask him.

"Visions bloom harmony eternal but branches evolve infinite paths guide whispers refuse tempt?" Maerin orb glowing maps layering. "Networks seal restitution eternal but ley echoes demand bind blood pact attune?" Jenkins Sofia shadows dual grin. "Binds hold eternal entities fell but whispers thicken signal probe survival adapts?" Mara grey eyes steady. "Legacy bolsters eternal potions ready links coordinate wise use?" We responded united bond amplifying. "Adapt voluntary deepen unity eternal," Alexander thunder commanded. "Bind harmonies new forge without devour," I added flames coiling invitation.

Chapter 53: Wardens of the Dawn The world beyond the ruined city was bathed in an eerie glow. The once vibrant blue sky was now marred by countless purple orbs, each a pulsating reminder of the encroaching darkness. Liam and Xal'dar stood side by side, their bodies humming with the residual energy of their transformation. They were no longer just men; they were wardens, guardians of a world on the brink. The Guardian, a colossal figure shrouded in mist, turned towards them. "Your journey has just begun," its voice rumbled. "The corruption spreads like wildfire. You must find a way to cleanse the world of its influence."

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.”

He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora was his one true eternal love, his partner till eternity. They found themselves at the same spot in the plantation that held a special meaning for them. It was a clearing adorned with a carpet of colorful wildflowers, the same spot where Ned has made his vow to love Nora till eternity some years ago. Ned turned to face Nora, his eyes filled with adoration.

“Where… are we?” Kael looked ahead. The horizon was jagged, filled with the shapes of colossal spires rising out of the earth, not buildings, but something older. Bones. Towering, fossilized ribs of creatures so ancient they could’ve been gods. Between them ran rivers of black glass, winding and glimmering faintly under the dead light. “The Cradle,” he said quietly. “This is where the Warden was born.” Lira swallowed. “Born from what exactly?” He hesitated. The words felt heavy even in his mouth. “From the same power that made the Crown. From the first mark.”

Then, slowly, he nodded. “The oath Damien made was never meant for mortals,” he said. “He didn’t just bind himself to protect you — he invoked the Moon’s first guardian, an ancient force known as the Blood Warden. That entity answered his call and took root in him. That’s what you saw tonight.” Elena’s stomach turned cold. “So… that thing wearing his face—” “—is the Blood Warden,” Zephyr finished grimly. “A being of loyalty twisted by vengeance. It guards what it claims, even from the one it serves.”

If she did, with her powers as a scholar, she would have taken his words out of his mind before he could even speak. “Indra is right. Eternals are such a race. Normally they are weak. But when a Supreme appears, they grow very strong.” Ananse added. Mane was fascinated by what he was hearing. Wielders had a longer than average lifespan because of their dependence on the edict. The average lifespan of a normal Zandorian is 150 years. Wielders were able to live for several millennia as long as they were devoid of any injuries. A mortal realmer has an average lifespan of 200 years; an above-mortal realmer, 300 years; a profound realmer, 400 years; an earth realmer, 500 years. It was basically a