Warehouse 13 Novels & Stories

Lucas immediately took out his phone. “Send me the location.” Saria did. Lucas studied the map. “The warehouse is about four kilometers from here.” Adams frowned. “That’s abandoned.” Dan looked at him. You know the place? Adams hesitated. “Yes.” Saria noticed. What happened there? Adams looked at her. “Nothing good.” Lucas looked at him. “Explain.” Adams took a breath. “Years ago, that warehouse was used by several companies to store imported goods.”

"This is the warehouse of House Vane. The master shipwright is my cousin, an Ashwood sympathizer who has maintained our coastal safehouses since the Great Purge." Rho pulled the lead wagon into the recessed courtyard, and within seconds, the heavy wooden doors swung inward. A stocky, broad-shouldered wolf with graying fur and salt-stained leather aprons emerged, checking the alleyway before waving our caravan inside. The moment the last cart cleared the threshold, the doors were barred with two heavy oak beams, plunging us into the cool, lantern-lit gloom of the warehouse. Jarek and the Frostpeak warriors erupted from beneath the canvas tarps with heavy grunts of relief, stretching their mas

“Delivered on the ninth.” She picked up another. “Shipment thirteen.” “Eleventh.” “And fourteen?” “Fourteenth.” She frowned. “Why?” Marco looked at the papers. “What?” She tapped the dates. “Why is there a two-day gap here?” “Port delay.” “According to this report?” “Yes.” She picked up the warehouse log. “The warehouse received part of shipment thirteen on the tenth.” Marco nodded. “So?” She looked at him. “The financial report says the full shipment was received on the eleventh.”

"He has already surrendered what should have belonged to me from the very beginning. His life is no longer a variable I need to calculate in Leo's future. Focus on tomorrow night's event, Aria. I will not tolerate even the slightest mistake." Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away from the dazzling lights of Paris, in the frozen, fog-covered port city of Le Havre... Storage Warehouse Number Fourteen at the northern harbor felt like a gigantic freezer. The pungent smell of sea salt, rusted iron, and damp wood filled the air. There, among dozens of broad-shouldered local dockworkers, Charlie Vane moved with slow, stiff steps.

The sea had swallowed her up. She wiped away the tears that threatened to overflow before entering the half-open door of the warehouse that was lit by the light that filtered through the tall windows. The rust and musty smells were strong but there was an additional scent. A sweet and delicious one that would appeal to any alpha. Maybe too much. Zacarias couldn't believe it. He walked to the back. The place was empty, all of Sander's men had stayed outside. He came to another door and on the other side, from where the smell was strong, he heard ... moans. He opened it and the scene he found did not surprise him.

However, several years ago the district where the warehouse was located experienced a huge fire that destroyed several buildings there and caused several companies to go out of business. The warehouse is indeed at the east end of Westcoast town. The area is almost like a dead city, with minimal public facilities and support for daily life. There are many spooky rumors about the warehouse complex. Mr. Wu’s warehouse has changed guards many times. None of the workers feel at home there. They said that they often heard footsteps around them, but when they arrived, they were never there, not even a sign of someone passing by never appeared. Many times the guards tried not to check the sound of f

Roy heard his beta’s voice through mind link, making him jump from the sudden interruption. “What is it, Elijah?” he drily asked, wondering what his beta wanted. “We were on patrol down the eastern border this morning. Everything looked normal but then, I picked up a werewolf scent that wasn’t from our pack and also a trail. After inspecting the track left behind, I discovered that they were fresh meaning, the werewolf was here minutes ago. David, our delta picked up another scent, by the time we were done with the patrol, we detected a total of three were here not too long ago.”

That wasn't how this was supposed to go. "You're going to be working with me" he finished and I smiled brightly. "But you should know that I'm not going to give you anything too dangerous to do" he warned. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you" I smiled and ran up to jump on his lap before wrapping my arms around his neck and embracing him in a tight hug. He chuckled and hugged me back. "So. When do I start" ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ "Welcome to the warehouse. This is where most our shipments come in and go out" he said as we stepped into the massive building where there were many people crowding the place.

He just had to see it. Sebastian walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “You look like hell,” he said, setting one down. Alex didn’t respond. His eyes were locked on the screen. Sebastian sighed. “You slept?” “No.” “Of course not.” Alex finally turned slightly, his voice low. “Three warehouses in the dock district changed ownership last month.” Sebastian glanced at the screen. “Shell companies.” “Yes.” “And?” “One of them is empty.” “That’s normal.” Alex shook his head slowly.