Warehouse 13: Season 6 Novels & Stories

A third message. *"The warehouse was a nice little victory. Congratulations. But you didn't think that was all of us, did you? We've been watching your family for months. Long before Dr. Chen. Long before Black River. We know everything about you, Emma Trent. Everything about your mate. Everything about that precious little pup."*

“We go in, we get Pearl, we get out. That’s it.” Alex gave her a grim smile. “You’re the boss, remember?” She allowed herself a faint smirk. “Damn right I am.” — The warehouse appeared dark and eerie, calm on the outside but filled with tension on the inside. Ava and Alex quietly entered through the side loading bay, ready for anything, their weapons in hand and every breath full of suspense. Inside, the vast space was cast in shifting shadows, rows of stacked crates, steel rafters stretching like a skeleton overhead. And then her voice came.

The scent of wolves was thick here—sweat, musk, dominance layered heavy enough to make my stomach twist. Kael signaled with two fingers. Lira slid ahead, moving with fluid precision. Her blade flashed once, twice, and two guards crumpled soundlessly into the dark. She looked back at us, a feral grin splitting her face. “The door's clear.” Inside, the warehouse was a cathedral of shadows. Rows of crates towered high, marked with faded sigils—guns, smuggled tech, who knew what else. The air reeked of oil and blood, and in the distance, I caught the muffled sounds of voices, laughter, boots on concrete.

And that shouldn’t excite me the way it did. Before I could spiral further, a knock sounded on the door. One of my men stepped in. Luca. “Boss,” he said urgently. “We have a problem. Warehouse 14.” My eyes furrowed instantly. “What kind of problem?” “Movements we didn’t approve of. Trucks coming in and out at night. Someone is using your warehouse to run something under your nose.” A sharp breath escaped my throat. Someone was brave. Or stupid. “Give me my phone,” I said. Luca handed it over instantly.

Chapter: 136. ****** Meanwhile walking into the old warehouse barefooted, Tide looked around the dark space, a single light bulb glowed from a distance, its light illuminating his path, the floor littered with debris and broken glass. In the middle of the room were six crates laid side by side, each box labeled with number codes, Tide opened the first one and was met with rows of guns, several rifles, and shotguns all laying neatly inside. Next were boxes filled with some bagged substance he didn't know what they were, and the last one contained several large knives, having no use of those things he shut the crates and proceeded to walk further down. With the exception of the light bulb, it

“We have some deliveries to do.” “Yes, boss,” he said quickly, then turned to Max. “You heard him. To the warehouse now.” Max nodded, pressed his foot on the pedal, and the car glided smoothly into motion. *** The warehouse was not in Marinda View or any known city. It sat on the border between Marinda View and Lakeside, hidden deep within the woods. Even if you stood on the roadside and stared into the trees, you would not see it. It was invisible to strangers, shielded by nature itself. Even from above, from the tallest mountain, you would not detect its outline. Every branch and leaf had been deliberately nurtured to conceal the structure beneath.

Delilah and her family. The three of them stood outside the compound gates like ghosts, pounding against the alloy doors, screaming, begging. Tamsin could see the same feed from the control room upstairs. She saw Delilah’s mother, Mrs. Helena Carrington, drop to her knees in the snow while bowing over and over toward the warehouse. We were downstairs, checking equipment. Then suddenly, every emergency light in the warehouse snapped on. A blaring alarm tore through the entire facility. I spun around.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

LUAN It was barely past noon when I received a distress call from one of our warehouses. “Boss, there's trouble at warehouse seven. We need backup,” one of the boys said, breathless over the phone. I didn’t need to ask what kind of trouble it was. I was already used to this kind of situation. “Gather the men,” I said to Klevis. “Nobody touches our territory.” “Trust me, I won't let them,” he replied. As I tried to get up, he asked,

He just fell into step beside me and drove. The warehouse sat on the edge of the city, one of a dozen properties we used to move goods that had nothing to do with what the paperwork said. When we arrived, the manager was standing outside with two of the night guards, all three of them looking like men who hadn't slept and weren't going to anytime soon. I got out of the car and walked straight to the loading door.