Warehouse 13 Endless Novels & Stories

Lying. "See that building?" He pointed to a warehouse on the edge of town. "That's where Elder Marcus runs his shipping business. Half the cargo coming through there is legitimate. The other half is weapons, drugs, stolen goods. He's been doing it for thirty years and no one stops him because he's an elder. Untouchable."

Therefore, he must reach the ninth floor to acquire the Endlos Heart. “Oh, right!” James suddenly thought of something. The Infinity Steles used to have a different owner in the past. He had mentioned his name to be Tatum Warderm. James had no idea whether Tatum was a human born in the Twelfth Universe or a powerhouse from before the establishment of the Endlos’ Ten Districts.

WESLEY's POV The air smelled like rust and sweat, thick with the scent of salt from the nearby docks. I stood near the open bay door of the warehouse, watching the crates get loaded into a decoy truck. Each one labeled with outdated manifests and false shipping records—clean, untraceable, as always.

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

------------------------------------ I narrowed my eyes looking at him dangerously. He gulped and answered in a shaky tone. ------------------------------------ GUARD I am from the their inner circle I came here to see how everything was going on before u attacked. ------------------------------------ I decided not to kill him but let him live sometime more cause who knows when he will come in handy. ------------------------------------ Neet Tell me about their other warehouses? GUARD *Stuttering* I only know about one which is a two-day trip from here at the Saudi Crol. Neet What do they deal with?

I headed towards the warehouse, praying it did not have any humans for sale. The warehouse was one story, but big. It had 6 different rooms that were used for stores. Above each door was a name. Food, Clothes, Shoes, Products, Jewels, and Pleasure. I looked at the last door. What did it mean by pleasure. I walked towards the door, wanting to get a look inside. Helium grabbed my shoulder stopping me before I opened it.

He didn’t like how frightened she looked when he was angry, so he stood up and decided to go check on Kimberly, even though he was sure she was fine now that Christine was here, when his phone suddenly rang making him groan. “Hello?” he said, sounding a bit irritated. “A-alpha, I’m sorry to disturb you but we’ve got a problem.” His beta, Elijah apologized as he realized that his call had somehow upset his alpha. “What is it?” he asked, now in a calm voice. “We found five dead bodies at the cabin on our border. They were all humans… Alpha, the council has called for a meeting and your presence is needed.” “And why is that?” “They say the p-pack is growing w-weak.” Elijah stuttered.

Em said, patting his mouth with the handkerchief. " Okay, " she nodded as it would earn her some time alone. She loved her friends more like sisters. She wanted to spend time alone. Emlyn had hired a new store. They were working together for two years. She wasn't a designer, but she checked all the delivery reached at the time and handled the account. She beckoned for the bill. She ignored the loud voice of the helicopter. She stared out of the window of the restaurant and actually saw a helicopter landing in the parking out of the restaurant.

"My beast already gave you a direct command. Return to your cushion and shut your jaws right now!!" "Zack..." "Noble lady, our Silverclaw Healing Lodge does indeed guard the '78 Sendevision and the '82 Consaice vintages within our deep mountain cellars, but our pack only possesses two sacred flagons of each left in existence." The moonhall server tilts his head toward Amy, his elite training keeping his expression perfectly smooth and empty of any true warmth. Then he turns his entire body to face my mat, and his posture shifts into a deep, respectful bow.

And my favorite assault rifle, customized with my name engraved on the barrel. "Boss," Dimitri spoke carefully, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. "We got the location. They are heading to Sector 4, the old industrial harbor. Warehouse number 13. The one that was closed down ten years ago." My hands stopped moving. Warehouse 13. I knew that place very well. That was the place where Vladimir brought me when I was just a boy. That was where he taught me how to shoot. That was where he taught me how to kill without feeling remorse. That was where I became a man.