Warren Fablehaven Novels & Stories

Leonard replied, " everyone in the pack longs for a run but we can't go out, for now, the town is not safe due to the clash among the parties. Their wolves are getting restless and I can feel it in the mind link" Leonard felt exhausted, ever since he had been chosen as the alpha of the pack, he hadn't rested, thanks to his mum and his subordinates, he would have gone under. The loss of their father hit them hard, they were just picking the pieces up. His mum could have left after her mate but the thought of her twin boys kept her sane. Leonard Cohen was a young boy of seventeen, same with his twin brother Lane. They were identical but their difference was in their eye color. Leonard was blue

Light surged upward. Runes flared fully for the first time in centuries. Plot Thirteen awakened. “You will work here,” Inferno said to me. “With Seraphine. With Eldric. You will recreate the bloodcraft.” Fear tried to rise. And failed. “I will,” I said. Not because I was unafraid. Because I was chosen. Far off, a bird chirped sharp and alert. And somewhere beyond the Haven’s borders, something old felt the awakening and turned its gaze toward Lake Tahoe. The war had not begun. But the foundation had.

He asked Nerea. Nerea embraced him with a mother's care, and the pleasant aroma of vanilla and cocoa bean calmed his jangled nerves, “Of course, Capito. I will be with you every step they allow me to, and I will be waiting when you are finished.” Warren stepped forward, “I have yellow eyes.” Much to his dismay Warren turned out to be the only one with yellow eyes. The fairy nodded, “Name please.” “Warren Vandal.” “Age?” “Fifteen,” Warren replied. The experience started to resemble a trip to the doctor's office.

Lots of people in the quadrangle we went down, high school students mostly. Though, there are also colleges. Some were even watching us from the corridors of the buildings. Someone yelled my name like a signal and they created a pathway for me. In the middle I saw Daryl, a grade twelve who was also famous at school.

I realize that in a very short time, he’s shown me that he’s exactly the kind of man that I want to bind myself to for the rest of my life. “Well, not everyone is as perfect as I am, but…” he says, making me laugh, which I know was his plan. “So, what…” I begin and stop. I lift my nose in the air, smelling infection. “I thought you said Savannah stabilized everyone?” I say, frowning as I step forward. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Warren says, stepping back. I look at him, but he’s not looking at me.

Hopefully this guy could give him some answers. Caleb spent over an hour on the phone with Warren. He felt a lot better after that conversation. Warren claimed he knew that vampires were real and that he knew how to kill them and was willing to share that information with Caleb, but he wouldn’t do it over the phone, he said information like that was too sensitive and needed to be exchanged in person. The guy lived in Maine, but Caleb needed this information, so he offered to buy Warren a plane ticket. Warren turned his offer down, telling him that he would get the plane ticket himself but he had some things to take care of and next week would be the earliest he could come.

Warren travels between the three helping where she is needed and doing specialized combat classes to get our teens in condition to really start training when they turn 16. The north of the territory is quiet. Blood Moon, Red Claw and Blue Moon remain empty, but I get a feeling when I run patrols around that part of the perimeter. I can feel the magic surrounding the land. It’s been two months since we have seen Bronwyn, but I haven’t felt her aura die, so I know she’s alive. I think I would have felt if she was in danger too, but she has worked on Max’s side before.

"It's too much to call me your savior. It's my duty as a doctor to cure patients." Warren's hand, reaching for a chess piece, faltered at the sight of Aria's face. A pang of memory struck him. Aria bore an uncanny resemblance to his beloved in her youth. Had Warren not been consumed by his business, perhaps his beloved wouldn't have left Janovin for Nobeeta. Lost in thought, Warren scrutinized Aria. Suddenly, he wondered if there was a possibility that Aria was Rainbow. Excitement bubbled within Warren. He blurted out the question, his grip tightening on the chess piece, "Dr. Genius, is your hometown Southbury? Have you ever lived in Janovin or visited Old City?"