Warp In Trouble Novels & Stories

The anger, the frustration—everything I was feeling boiled over at the sight of her. “They’re just rumors,” Warren continued, his voice dropping a bit. “I suggest you leave before Light sees you. She hasn’t been the same since the last time you came.” I clenched my fists, trying to calm the storm inside me. “I thought as much. But coming here wouldn’t hurt. Just needed to be sure.” Warren’s gaze hardened, but he didn’t stop me. “I’ve heard about the trouble between you and Lucian lately. He’s waging war against the Moon Pack, isn’t he?”

Miles of cushion between us that might as well be an ocean. “So,” I say, because someone has to break this silence. “What do you want to talk about?” He looks at me, and something in his expression makes my chest ache. “We have a problem.” Okay! Not what I expected. “What kind of problem?” my voice is barely above a whisper. “Warren.” The name comes out of him through clenched teeth. “He's asking questions. A lot of questions. About you, about us, about whether the mate bond is real.”

Then… A shimmer. Inhuman, almost. The abrupt, temporal warping of heat mirage. I zoomed on the anomaly. “Sniper,” Milena said, so quietly I almost missed it. “Yes,” I replied, not looking away. She didn’t flinch. Her pulse didn’t even accelerate. I noticed these things now. Rayven checked his watch. “Still not moving.” “He’s not there to shoot,” I said. Milena’s teeth clicked once, then stilled. “Then why?”

I replied, “He didn’t take it well.” I continued, “I spent that day trying to mind link with my parents and brothers. I finally reached my brother and dad. They sent a white warlock, Gabriel, to my location to spy on the dark warlocks and to help me escape. He appeared in my room and told me that he will help me escape the next day and try to keep Dune from coming in my room while I slept. I had already made a sheet of ice in front of the door and a little tornado that would get bigger if he came in. Later, he used his own key and tried to walk in. He slipped on the ice and I laughed, hard, while he flailed his arms and legs. He was pissed. That was the first time he fell into one of my trap

Before I could react, Warren was already close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes were red. "Warren? Are you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and sensed that something was wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to find a way to save myself.I twisted my wrists to loosen the rope. The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope was still strong.

There is tension building between us, in the middle of our argument, I feel like pressing my lips against her but I control myself, and focus on the task at hand. At that moment, Warren begins to feel unwell, his forehead damp with sweat and showing signs of low blood pressure. I quickly instruct Jake to escort him outside and arrange for medical assistance. Meanwhile, Samantha stands in a corner, tears streaming down her face as she laments, "What is happening to this family?" Her emotional outburst prompts me to reflect on the unfolding events. With Saraya in denial over her boyfriend's death and Warren's health deteriorating due to the situation, the boys are also deeply concerned for his

Dremis threatened his life before, he would probably do it again, if Dremis found out that Daniel was helping the girls. “You do realize, this is getting dangerous?” Daniel said chewing on some of his food. “Um yeah, that is why we ran,” Gabriela spoke before Abey could. She could see Abey was a little concerned about talking about this. “Look, Daniel, we can do this alone now, you should leave before you get hurt.” “Oh I don’t think so, you see this war started because of the two of you, not saying it is your fault. But your destinies have a part in this whole thing,” he said biting down again.

I stood there, sobbing, until even the sound of his engine had vanished. What the hell had I just done? ⸻ “Stop crying like a damn pansy,” Tig grunted, cupping his cousin’s face in his hands. He and Del had arrived about fifteen minutes after Marco and I had come back into my apartment. I didn’t even know Marco had called them. “I really think this needs to be handled by a professional. At the hospital,” I said, for the second time, as I stared at Marco’s swollen jaw. “He’s fine. I’ve popped that jaw back into place more times than I can count. Three times just from that idiotic kickboxing phase of his.” Tig handed Marco a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Take another swig. Make it count.”

"He's about this close to a stroke." The thought of Warren's fury filled her with great satisfaction, but at the same time, she couldn't control a sudden shiver. "He's not going to give up. He's going to cause trouble for both of us, in any way he can." "I've been with characters far worse than Warren," he said calmly. "You don't know him as well as you think you do."

I say slowly to all of them and they all look at me in confusion but they obey as all of us take steps backward away from Warren. “What’s happening to him?” Colton asks in a shaky voice. “I don’t know but it’s not good. I can sense him. He feels dangerous.” I say in fear as Warren keeps turning in pain on the floor. I hear his bones break and merge back together. He screams out in pain and none of us dare go near him. I notice a bottle on the floor broken with a red residue spilling out of it. What did you do Warren? Warren suddenly stops his screaming and we gaze at him intensely and all our eyes grow wide as we watch his muscles form and get bigger, him still lying on the floor.