Warp In Trouble Novels & Stories

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

The demeanor of the driver had totally changed the moment he entered Country B using the infamous WARP. WARP was an expensive teleportation device that was owned by Shadow. The lady literally invented such a thing and monopolized the WARP market. The WARP technology was literally so expensive that the money toll of using the teleportation and the money of using the WARP was sold and kept separately. Long story short, the WARP user needed to pay for the toll and the WARP ticket. The price of the ticket was available according to the distance. The longer the distance was, the more expensive the ticket was while the toll was fixed, more or less.

There is no stopping that war. ******************************************

“We survive this. Together. No matter what.” Her breath hitched. “I… I trust you,” she whispered. “Then hold on,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, trembling just like hers. The final trap struck. The floor beneath her father’s fragment began to collapse, shadows reaching upward to swallow him whole. Ava lunged, catching the trembling echo with both hands. The room screamed around them—shapes writhing, walls twisting, reality bending.

I whisper to Octavia and Uhtred. The look in their eyes tells me it’s not, I can sense worry through the Mate bond so a wrap an arm around Octavia’s waist pulling her into my side for support. “Ma what’s wrong with me. It. Hurts. So. Bad.” Warren cries out. Uhtred steps forward to help him though I’m not sure there is much he can with his limbs flailing about. “Babe, he’s taking too long this is killing him.” I whisper to Octavia again.

That quiet, steady understanding only dogs could offer. I cracked my knuckles one by one and stood up slowly, grabbing my hair tie off the nightstand and yanking my hair into a high knot. This wasn’t heartbreak anymore. This wasn’t grief. This was war. I turned to my laptop, flipped open the lid, and typed in a twelve-digit encryption sequence. The startup screen blinked, then loaded into a secure partitioned OS, one I’d built myself in high school because normal firewalls and other failsafes out there were never tall enough.

"I apologize, I had heard the rumor of your life in the human world, but I was not aware you knew so little of your own. No marrying a stranger was not what I had hoped for myself, but it became inevitable after the wars between the creatures of this world. This marriage will ensure the safety of my people as well as yours. This is the first time our kind have been allowed to mix so this wedding means much more than a simple a allowance. It will pave the way for a new history to be written with us as the victor. "I keep hearing about these wars, but no one has told me why or who they went to war with." His hands clench and his jaw tenses as he stares blankly at the pond. "The wolves" the gra

It was identity. It was everything. And now— It was slipping away. Back in the palace, the tension thickened with every passing moment. “They’re reporting failures across all regions,” one of the warriors said urgently. “Shifts are unstable. Some can’t shift at all. Others—” “Others what?” Kael snapped. The warrior hesitated. “Others are shifting… wrong.” A heavy silence followed. Aria’s stomach twisted. “What do you mean, wrong?” “They don’t recognize themselves,” he said quietly. “Their forms… they’re distorted. Like something is interfering.”