Warden Ingo Novels & Stories

I tell them. They all nod and turn toward the witches. I watch as their chanting starts and a small portal starts to take it’s shape of a doorway. “In about 30 seconds you all can start going in. Stay together and stay sharp. Don’t let any of these dim wits get you.” Vor says to every warrior waiting. “In 10 seconds, 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Go, go, go.”

Something important enough to add new wards to a door that already had ancient ones. He pressed his hand flat against the door and closed his eyes, reaching with his wolf senses. Not for scent—stone held nothing useful—but for the wards themselves. The magic that lived in them. He'd grown up learning to read wards, had spent three years studying them formally as part of his military education, because a crown prince who didn't understand magical security was a crown prince who could be outmaneuvered by it. He found the warding layers one by one. The outer layer was standard—an alarm that would trigger if the door was breached without authorization. Beneath that, an identification ward, keyed

Every step he and Vex took sent vibrations through the concrete, cracks spiderwebbing through the streets, altering the battleground beneath their feet. Riven’s chest tightened. He could feel the city responding—not to him entirely, but to the chaos. If he made one wrong move, thousands of lives would be lost. And Vex knew it. THE WARDEN INTERVENES Then it happened. A shadow darker than night poured into the streets from the alleys, curling around them like smoke. The Warden emerged fully—its form towering, yet fluid, shifting with the city’s pulse. Caretaker. Stop this now.

"We use me. I am the hardware. Tell me where to strike." "Gideon has isolated the Council Chambers with a localized firewall," I calculated, my golden eyes scanning the glowing lines of purple magic emanating from the center of the village. "He is broadcasting a live feed to keep the pack submissive. If we enter normally, the Vanguard units will execute Martha before your feet touch the floor." I raised my hand, my fingers tracing the air as I isolated Gideon’s transmission frequency.

I wiped my face and lifted it. ‘To Aria Thorn, You are invited to join the Wardens’ Training Circle under the Grant Alliance. Present your travel writ within ten days. May the Moon guide you.’ It was official now. I closed my fingers around the stone until the light dimmed, then grabbed my cloak and stepped into the rain. The path to the border hall was slick with mud. Wolves hurried past beneath their hoods. By the time I reached the stone building, my boots were soaked through. Inside, the air smelled of wet fur and parchment. I handed my documents to the clerk.