Warden Eternal Novels & Stories

Woefully distressed at the impending tempest that was to come our way, Vance gave my hand a gentle squeeze to comfort my propelling emotions. “Elysian guardians appear in animal forms. They are immortal beings that are known to serve the royal witch bloodline. Based on the witch's level of power and destiny, the Elysian guardians will choose a witch as their master, to serve them throughout their time.” Miriam paused and had more of her juice. “Miriam, we are not witches,” Victor reasoned. This fact she should be aware of. “I always say that nothing is carved in stone. Time is a constant change and with it comes the unexpected.” She added, carefully weighing her words, “Valen has a special d

“We leave at dawn. I want us past the pass before the Emberstorms begin.” Ressa didn’t turn around. “There is one more thing before we go.” Aria hesitated. “What is it?” Ressa finally turned to face her, and for the first time since they’d arrived in Vhar’Zeth, there was something softer in her gaze. Not quite warmth—but not wrath either. “The Ember Council has a rite,” she said. “When a Warden leaves, she does not go alone. She brings with her fire—to light the path ahead and burn away the shadows behind.”

I looked directly into its enormous eye. "No." "You have twisted the prophecy for centuries." "The three bloodlines were never created to free you." "They were created to restore balance." The three keys fused into a single sphere of brilliant light. A new symbol appeared in the sky. A crescent moon embracing a rising sun. The Gate of Eternity trembled. Instead of opening farther... It slowly began to close. The Crimson Warden screamed. "No!" He charged toward me with his sword raised. Before he could reach me, James stepped into his path.

he whispered, his eyes glowing dimly, his voice a low whisper, “I bind the strands of fate, shape the invisible, and reveal long-hidden truths.” The third figure stepped forward, his towering frame draped in armor so ancient. The sheer size of him was intimidating, but his voice carried a steady calm, like a mountain unshaken by storms. “I am the Warden of Steel. I am both the shield and the blade, unyielding and resolute. None pass through this citadel without proving their worth.” Gaia’s breath hitched as an older man approached, his steps measured, his pale tattoos glowing faintly with a soft blue light. His frail appearance carried an undeniable aura of wisdom, and his calm voice seemed

Inside lay a folded parchment sealed with crimson wax: the Ember Circle’s original charter—and a second, smaller key of burnished silver. She unfolded the charter carefully. The parchment crackled with age. The charter’s script spoke of oaths sworn by fire, of binding spells, and of the first prophecy: that two hearts united could awaken the Eternal Ember. But the margins bore a second notation in her great-uncle’s hand: “Beware the twin key: one opens truth, the other, fate’s cage.” Isabelle’s breath caught. She withdrew the silver key, its surface etched with a stylized sun and moon entwined. “Two keys,” she murmured. “One of serpent’s flame, one of cosmic balance.”

Its elongated head dipped once, like a bow. “They’re responding,” Caleb breathed. Then, from the far side of the circle, another guardian stepped forward — larger than the rest, its runes blood-red instead of blue. The tone changed to a harsh vibration. The others froze. “What’s happening?” Rowan whispered. Lyra’s jaw clenched. “That’s a Warden. Leader of the ring. If it rejects her—” Ava swallowed hard. The Warden advanced, every step ringing like iron on stone. Its spear was twice her height, carved with clawed spirals. It stopped an arm’s length away. The red runes pulsed.

’ The white-haired man was named Bredon Chase, a superb powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. There was the Eternal Realm and Everlasting Realm above the Eonian Realm, but one was already an absolute powerhouse at the ninetieth level of the Eonian Realm. It was because the powerhouses of the Eternal Realm were as rare as hens’ teeth. There were nine of them in the entire Chi universe. As for the Everlasting Realm, it had long been an ancient legend. The Everlasting Door had not been opened for several epochs. No one knew where those in the Everlasting would go once they crossed the Everlasting Door.

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.”