Warren Fablehaven Novels & Stories

As the minutes go by, everyone’s anxiety starts reaching levels they never imagined. It was around one in noon when Dr. Humphrey cleared Caleb to leave the hospital though not before warning Alpha Azraiel about his renewed strength. Matt and Theo were heading towards the arena where Azraiel wanted Caleb to shift into his wolf. “Do you think he could be an alpha?” Matt suddenly asks. “Don’t know…” Theo answers as nonchalantly as he could. “What do you think?”

Upon seeing this, the celebrities were stunned. Warren Xavier, the patriarch of the Xaviers, the leader of The Great Four in Cansington, was kneeling on the ground. James held a wire in his hand. It was an odd sort of wire with several joints. Upon closer inspection, one could tell that it was made out of countless needles. “Warren Xavier, do you care to admit your sins?” Just then, Warren realized that he was kneeling, though he did not know why. Sweat slid down his spine.

“You’ve started a trend.” “I inspire chaos wherever I go.” “You say that like it’s noble.” “It’s efficient.” He laughed, the sound rough but warm. “You really believe Kael and Mara will find Dren?” “They’ll find something,” I said. “Even if it’s just more trouble.” “They’re talented that way.” Afternoon brought a rare lull. For once, there were no crises to chase. Warren sat at the table with a pot of tea that smelled faintly burnt. “I made it myself,” he said proudly.

“Crystal Forest pack members, I now present our newest mated members, Marcus and Rebecca March and Theodore and Jenni Martin. Please join us for a meal and celebration.” As we make our way to the center of the room where the table is set up for us, a cold wind blows through the common area, no windows are open and no doors lead outside for there to be a breeze. I look at my father and see he is not affected by what has just happened, neither is Teddy, Bex, or Marcus. I start to feel very heavy, like I am under water, and I know that I am about to have another vision. I grab onto Teddy with intensity. I feel him go rigid, and hear him call for my father, but I black out. I see nothing, hear n

“He was not able to tap in to his abilities. When his father helped him gain control over his powers, Jace wanted more. So, he came to me to learn spells.” “You were the one who taught Jace?” Seth asked Mason. “Why are we just now finding out?” “Well, I don’t know how you guys didn’t figure that out.” Aunt Nancy said. “Mason is the only Warlock in Louisiana.” “Yeah, you have your potion shops and voodoo stores on Bourbon Street, but you should notice that none of those stores really sell.” Mason stated. “So, are you going to join this alliance?” Dante asked Mason. “I’m not so sure.” Mason said. “To be honest, we don’t really know how much Eric is bringing to the table. Yeah, he has the polic

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling

Halafarin glanced around, wondering who inside the place he would need to kill. "What? Oh no. He doesn't have a clue," the man said as he started unloading bottles from the box. Gormec just stood there and watched, happy to allow the other man to do the work. "And just how do you know about the faerie realm anyway?" Halafarin asked. "You are human, and by all rights, you should be ignorant of our kind." "Yeah, there's that elven superiority. Gotta love it. Well, pointy ears, I know about your precious secret society because I just so happen to be the human Warrior's brother." He reached out his hand. "How are you doing? I'm Karl Bartlett."

I sent the thought through the mindlink, hoping—praying—she’d opened it back up. Nothing. I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. She’d shut me out completely. I’d been trying all morning to reach her, desperate just to know she was safe, but the link kept coming back blocked. I couldn’t blame her. After last night, she had every right. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier. Especially after what I’d found out about Warren. The bastard was a con artist, kicked out of his original pack after a string of violent assaults and suspected murders that had been conveniently buried. He had ties to rogue movements operating outside the territory.

It was also at that moment when Warren noticed Fabian’s presence as well. He was equally as startled as Fabian was as the two eventually walked up to each other. “You’re… The champion of Sunnydale’s Youth Taekwondo team, right? I watched your national match last year!” said Fabian, respect reflected in his eyes. “That’s me, and you got second place in this year’s Salford Youth Taekwondo match, didn’t you? I heard it was a close spar and that you could easily have ended up being the champion as well!” replied Warren, still a little surprised to see him there.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.