Warren Fablehaven Novels & Stories

KIERAN “Are you an idiot?” I yell into the microphone on my headset for the billionth time. Rob had just gotten himself blown up by a creeper, leaving me alone in the mineshaft we had slowly been making our way through. We’ve been playing Minecraft together for the past few hours, and this kid doesn’t know anything! I’m honestly losing my mind, but there isn’t anything else to do. All my other friends are asleep. I can’t blame them, with it being 4a.m. and all. Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me.

Gabriel says and Warren’s eyes widen. “What are you talking about? You know what, forget it” he says, “How long have you been open for?” Warren asks, “You seem to think that you are here to find out some kind of information but all you will get here is death,” Gabriel says, “If anything happens to me, this place will be crawling with hunters and we know you don’t want that”, Warren says as he understands what is happening. They know he is not any ordinary cop, he expected the holy ash in his perfume to irritate them but they give no reaction.

Then he said, “and it’s not just any son, Emma. Harry has four men and one woman. Warren is the oldest of them all. He is his heir and is the fiercest of all. He manages his pack with absolute authority. Nothing happens without him knowing about it.” Then his voice became softer as he said, “If you thought Peter was ruthless, Warren is the extreme. There is no person in our world who does not know his name, doll. It’s relentless. But where he differs from his father and we have often heard of conflicts between them, is justice. Warren is fair. He never attacks or punishes anyone without deserving it.” Shaking my head in denial, I massaged my forehead with one hand, and said, “none of those m

After the jostle in the car, he finally halted the car in front of a huge building in the woodland. No one would imagine the building was there except they were too curious. It's actually a sanctuary home which Raven had built for refugees that were attacked in a remote town by the werewolves or any places they had escaped from. They were able to get treatments and free food to survive on while most of them seemed to have their sons work with Raven since she was their life saver. Even females were volunteers for this kind of job.

It was finally in my hand, and my blood boiled with rage as I turned through the pages. The file was filled with information about the man who killed my parents and my family. Flipping through the pages, the man's name was Timothy Warren, age forty-five, and other basic details about the man, and then his location. It was stated that he lived on the outskirts of the Ravensfall pack, closer to his herbs, as he retired early and became a healer. I scoffed at that.

Vienna’s POV Warren’s story had rattled me to the bone. He hadn’t just saved Cole. He’d risked his life to save me and Oliver too. I couldn’t believe it. Warren Hale, the man who’d once shattered me, had done something so impossibly brave. My gaze drifted over him—his arm in a cast, the purpling bruise spreading around his eye, the stiffness in his shoulders when he moved. He looked like hell. And yet, for the first time in years, I felt a flicker of something I thought I’d buried. Admiration, maybe even… pride.

The shoes are beautiful but Devyn can't wear them at all. Warren shook his head in amusement before driving. He's a careful driver, the plan was finally completed. Raven and Dionne currently will show how his first plan will start. Raven is the one who will destroy his own relationship with Xeri. I feel sorry for Dionne. I'm going to use her for my first plan. I'm a bad guy... I'll make it up for her. When she got home, Warren happily took the things she bought for her daughter. He went inside and went straight to the living room, he saw his daughter holding Linux because Linux was watching hello kitty.

" He took her order then loped out the front door to his car. As she watched him she was struck again by the animal grace of his lean body, the sleek pelt of hair on his head, the easy way he moved. Wolf! Man! I am certifiably insane. Everyone knows there are no such things as werewolves. Shifters. They're just legends and myths. But after last night and this morning, and with Halloween casting its paranormal air over everything, it was hard to dismiss her thoughts out of hand.

Zak POV: Rolling over, I groan as the bright light of the morning assaults my eyes. "f*****g bright" I mutter as I force myself to sit up and stretch my tired body. Groaning as the headache hits me with a vengeance, I stumble to the shower, desperate to wash away the memories of last night. Wincing as I breath in a hint of Tanya's sickly sweet perfume, I mentally slap myself at giving in to her advances.