Warehouse 13 Novels & Stories

"Mr. Caldara, my name is Simon Wright. I got your number from Preston Cole." Preston Cole. The connector with the gold-lettered card and the expensive coat. I set down the sponge and lean against the counter. "What can I do for you, Mr. Wright?" "I have a problem that needs solving. People tell me you are good at solving problems." "What kind of problem?" "A shipment problem. I have merchandise sitting in a warehouse on the east side. It needs to reach a buyer in the north district by Friday. My usual people are... unavailable." "How much merchandise?"

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.

I don't wait for him. I walk toward the entrance, my boots hitting the pavement in long, measured strides. I put exactly four feet of physical distance between us, establishing the hierarchy before we even reach the door. I am the asset handler. He is the asset. Nothing more, nothing less. I punch the code into the keypad and the heavy steel door groans open. The inside of the warehouse smells heavily of stale exhaust, motor oil, and ozone from Chana's servers. It’s a cavernous void of concrete and steel beams, broken up by the hulking frames of four customized motorcycles parked near the center.

He stepped closer. “Don’t become one.” Sheraphina lifts her chin. “I won’t.” The night is too quiet. Too heavy. The kind of quiet that warned of something waiting in the dark. Elias’s men returned with results faster than anyone expected. “Sir, we located the vehicle,” one of them reports. “Security footage shows it turning into Dockyard Lane. Last movement confirmed at Warehouse 11.” Elias’s jaw tightened. Sheraphina’s pulse quickened. Warehouse 11 is infamous—old, isolated, and used by criminal groups for exchanges. The police avoid it unless absolutely forced.

Inside my empty enormous warehouse. “...Looks like the dust has been piling up now…I should tell Butler Bang to have the staff clean the warehouse…T.A.S… as always..connect to the Virtue Database…let’s see what are the world up to now…”.

Lifeless. The last week of school is usually one full of Christmas cheer, but none of us can seem to muster up the spirit without Mateo. He’s always been the one to go the whole nine yards – organising Secret Santa, bringing in his mother’s baked goods and the likes. If anything, this time of year is destroying him.

"We're here!" Riley looked out the window as they passed through the forest. It was more dense here, and the path was hidden. She didn't even know if the SUVs would fit through some of the openings, but they did. After about 10 minutes of driving through very tight turns, they arrived at an opening where a small town stood and a massive pack house right in the center. They pulled up, and Riley could see a large man who she assumed was the Alpha with others around him. They exited the vehicle. "Alpha Eli, it is so great you are able to join us for the next couple of weeks. Your help will be greatly appreciated. I'm also thrilled and excited to meet your future Luna. It's about time you settle

She also transfer all the toys dolls , cakes , stationary and furniture in her warehouses to Qin Lang space to take back to their hometown to added more stocks of the four shops. She also transfer all the cakes in her warehouse to her cake manager to keep in his space to add more cakes in case of some needed. She had empty her food's replaceable warehouses to keep more stocks while she goes for her mission . She keep half stocks in her unreplacable warehouses . The things in the replaceable warehouses will appears in another six hours anyway . She had another thirty hours or five times more to send out the stocks . In Monday evening , she and Qin Yun will follow Li Zhi and Duan to the Red Ea

“J.M. Castle. Let's see if he's ever bought anything else.” Cassie's fingers moved frantically across the keys as our stomachs knotted, the list of items growing. Dog crates, syringes, disinfectant, chains… the creepy list grew until it was glaringly obvious that whoever J.M. Castle was, he was up to no good. “Where is the delivery address for these?” I asked Cassie as she pulled up the order. “Looks like it's some warehouse next to the docks here in London,” she snorted. “What did I tell you about this place?”

Another group of shifters pass in their wolf forms, eyeing us with interest before slinking into the neon glare bleeding onto the icy street. “All right, all right,” he gripes, tilting his head toward the shadow of a large box-like structure at the very end of the block. It’s a warehouse, technically, and serves as a shipping hub for the territory, but also a bulk store. It’s also where we get most of our supplies for the lab. “So, do you, like, want me to grab you some extra blood samples? Or should I stop in at the butcher’s? What’s your flavor? Reindeer? Just a bucket of blood or what?”