Warren Fablehaven Novels & Stories

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.

"But if Daniel trusted me enough to leave your name and mine linked together in the same box, he saw something in me I didn't even see in myself yet." Ryan pulled the USB drive free and turned it over in his fingers, aware of how small and unremarkable it looked for something people had killed to erase. "We need a computer." "Not here. Not anywhere connected to either of our names." Samuel moved to the window, checking the street below with the same wary precision he'd shown all night. "There's a place two hours from here, off the grid, run by someone I trust more than I trust most people wearing a badge. We can access it there safely."

I’d learned about the second horseman from the textbooks and classes in the Shifters Uni. Warren had come two centuries ago, clad in black armor and riding a red horse, with an god spear strapped behind his back. He’d brought global war, the worst kind, to Earth. After he left, humankind and supernaturals tried to rebuild civilization, but a lot of technology was gone forever. There were no more satellites, and the idea of space travel or any sort of air travel became an unrealistic dream. Magic, however, returned in half-force. That was why the supernaturals traveled through leylines, even though the portals were unstable and dangerous.

Stella Rose looked displeased. ‘Stella Rose? She’s Stella Rose?’ Jared shook his head because he did not believe that there could be two identical people in the world! The man in front of her was Zach Warren, the heir to the Warren family in Haicheng. He narrowed his eyes and said, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Jared Crawford, President Crawford? I’m Zach Warren, and I believe our companies will be collaborating soon. Seeing as you’re a person who can’t control your emotions, I’m beginning to doubt if I’ve made a wise decision to work with the Crawford Group.”

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

" 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.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.