Warren Fablehaven Novels & Stories

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."

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.

He had beard and moustache and was wearing black Salwar kamiz with a light brown wasket. "Thank you so much Dad." Abraham looked really thankful. Aban Chaudhary was driving he smiled listening to Abraham thank him again and again. "She is just like Waniya. You'd have a hard time." He commented and Abraham shivered just thinking of what Waniya would want to do to Minahil. "Dad please ask Waniya not to do anything now. I'd always be thankful to you." "Waniya wouldn't do anything." "Are you sure? Do you think she would let any of us live peacefully after hearing that you didn't break a bottle on Minahil's head and that you didn't got her expelled. And She would just kill me with tantrums."

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

Ana asks through the mindlink, like I'd know why he's suddenly shifted into this serious, studious guy. "I have no idea. Maybe his dad's said something, or maybe he needs to prove something after what went down with the rogues." Ana is the only other person who vaguely knows the truth about what happened with the rogues. I know I can trust her not to tell anyone I helped fight off the rogues, even if she did no one would believe her but I had to tell her, she knew I wouldn't have just stood there while Abaddon played the hero. I left out the part about him having wolfsbane in his system though, that's a personal thing that I don't quite understand yet.

Vane turned back to me, extending a hand toward me across the desk. "Look out the window, Maya," Vane said, gesturing toward the burning city below. "These people are chaos. They are destructive, irrational, and weak. Without structure, without a strong hand to guide them, they will tear themselves apart. I built Oakhaven to save humanity from its own worst impulses." "You built a cage!" I shouted, wiping a tear from my cheek as anger began to replace my shock. "You took away their freedom! You wiped their memories and turned them into slaves!"

The sanctuary was quiet in the late afternoon, the kind of peaceful stillness that felt almost unnatural after years of constant war. Most of the guards had settled into the outer buildings, keeping watch in shifts but staying out of the main house like Ronan had ordered. One of the younger werewolves, a seventeen-year-old boy named Finn, had taken the first watch near the edge of the woods. He sat on a fallen log at the tree line, back against a thick oak, trying to look more experienced than he felt.

“Dad, this is camp, it’s where I’ve been living.” “And you know all of these people?” “Yes. Although some of them aren’t from the camp, we have a lot of alpha Wayne’s fighters here”. “Alpha Wayne?... but why?”. “Raven, you’re back!”. I heard grams call as walked out of her cabin door. As soon as her eyes clocked dad standing next to me she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she looked completely taken aback. “Abe!”. Her lip wobbled as she took in the sight of him.

With a puzzled expression, he asked, "Huh, why do you look different now? Mister, are you a shapeshifter? Can you morph your face?" Warren realized that this brat had figured him out. Havyn was incredibly smart, just like him. He smiled and patted his head. "If you say I can, then I can. But you can't tell Evelyn. This is our little secret, okay?" Havyn nodded knowingly. "I get it. Whenever shapeshifters want to steal something, they transform. I think you must find Aunt Evelyn pretty and want to steal her away, right?" Facing his adorable son, Warren couldn't help but hold Havyn in his arms. He bent down and kissed Havyn on the cheek, smiling as he said, "You're such a clever little one."