Warden Ingo Novels & Stories

Its face was hidden, but its voice was unmistakable: Child. Born of heat. He waits for you. Long’s breath caught. She recognized this presence. It was not Sovereign. It was something older. A memory. A warning. The figure raised its hand. The Warden stopped. The air grew still. “Go south. Burn while you can. The cold is not yet whole.” Then the vision faded. And the Warden… withdrew. Without another word, it turned and walked into the deeper dark. Gone. --- Long Escapes

"Not bad at all." Tadhg Walter smiled and praised a sentence, before he was indescribably bothered by these monsters of Yinfeng Valley, couldn't help but listen to the suggestion of the primordial god in Eternal Warder, to go and get Pill of the Food Core.

All noise cut off in an instant. Alok spun back to us, put himself within striking distance of Saint's lethal legs. "We are the Wardens." Kord sucked in a breath. "No fucking way." Alok looked at the bigger man. Dipped his head once in acknowledgment. He looked down to Kiema once again. "We are more commonly known as - " "Vampires," Kord said, his voice holding a brush of reverence. "Magical ones at that." Alok dipped his head again, a small smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. "We are the –"

He said, opening the door and standing to the side to allow me space to enter. I watched him stand there, his gaze straightforward. Before I entered ahead of him, I touched my beta’s shoulder and expressed my gratitude for him having my back. “Thank you.” Toran bowed. “I’ll always have your back, Alpha.” When we entered the orphanage, I did very little talking as we hardly ever had to say a word when entering an establishment. It was Virginia, my territory, and whether humans knew what I was or not was irrelevant. As long as they knew who I was. And they knew-they all knew, just as the woman standing in front of me and my beta did. “Of course, Master, Wade, and Slaughter!” She anxiously res

Ford's earlier arrogance was completely gone, yet he still refused to give up, instinctively searching for Sonya in the crowd. "Which nurse? What did she say?" Isaiah demanded sharply. "Say it to everyone's face. Whispering behind people's backs and stirring things up is a coward's move." Isaiah's expression was terrifyingly dark. His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade before locking onto Sonya, who was trying to shrink away. "Sonya? You again?! I knew something was off earlier. Mr. Stokes, did you hear her say something to you just now?" Ford hesitated.

Like the others, he knelt down and offered a respectful greeting. The next was 4ndr3 who took a graceful step "Guardian of the tower of science and magic, custodian of the east wing and Lord Zark's general, Andru, bows to his lord." With a cool tone and graceful posture, 4ndr3 gave a heartfelt salute. In a courteous way and although his voice was that of a young girl, he denoted certain maturity "Guardian of the library, custodian of the deep areas of the castle and Lord Zark's general, Ingrid, bows before the lord of him"

Pete had moved away from the door and was standing nearer the table. "Early warning infrastructure," I said. "Against surprise attacks," Adaeze said. "The Varden situation demonstrated a gap in the compound's detection capability. The mineral compound would not have changed the outcome this time but the research team believes it could be developed into something that would give the pack reliable advance warning of future incursions."

the she-wolf barks, her raspy voice echoing over the gravel. I step forward, closing the distance slowly. I let my massive size do the intimidating, keeping my hands entirely open and resting at my sides. "I am," I state, my deep voice rumbling through the cold air. "I am Warden Torin of Shadow Ridge. This is Warden Mara. Put the machete down. You are trespassing on Blood Moon-protected territory." The she-wolf’s eyes dart to the massive, newly constructed residential wing, the idling construction equipment, and then back to my face. She doesn't lower the blade.

We came down the ridge, We slid down the loose rocks until we were on the concrete area in front of the doors. Vida stopped ten feet from the entrance. She slammed the butt of her staff against the concrete. 'THOOM.' A ripple of energy erupted in the air across the open doorway. It looked like heat shimmer, warping the view of the tunnel inside. "Inverted Wards," Vida hissed. "High-level void magic. They aren't designed to keep us out." "They're designed to keep us in," Marcus finished. "Like a lobster pot. Easy entry, impossible exit."

Ash whispered, “Divinity?” Isabella’s stomach dropped. “I’m not a god.” The silver gaze returned to her. Not yet. The ground seemed to tilt. Rex’s hand closed around hers. Firm, grounding. “Explain what you are.” The stranger studied him coolly. “I am a Warden.” “Of what?” Kael demanded. “Of thresholds.” Ash frowned. “Thresholds between what?” The Warden’s gaze drifted briefly toward the sky where faint cracks still shimmered like healing scars.