Warren Oitnb Novels & Stories

I try to joke, but it doesn't sound funny. “You might want to make an exception for this one.” He stands, tension rolling off him. “Warren's not like Zane. He doesn't play by the rules.” Before I can respond, Warren appears at the end of our row. Up close, he's even more imposing than he looked on the ice. Same height as Zane, same athletic build, but where Zane's presence feels controlled and calculated, Warren's feels wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. “Marcus.” Warren's voice is smooth, almost friendly. “Mind giving us a minute?”

He bowed his head as we walked by, traces of hay atop his brown hair. “Lord Oli-” “Aaron.” I sighed, watching him stumble a bit in his steps as he came closer. His bushy eyebrows were the same colour as his brown hair, with a slight round face. Aaron dusted his hands against the brown overall he wore, his gaze bouncing from me to Stella. “Why don't you go check the other stables while I go see how Olarya is doing?” I suggested, giving him a pointed look. The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave.

His deep voice was gentle and fatherly. “How come you are so much gentler than Jack and Grace? I thought snipers had to stow their emotions.” “I seek redemption for my Wild Hunt days. I won't go into details, but I am not proud of my actions. I jumped at the chance to join the Scald Crow project and right some wrongs.” Warren plopped in the chair and noticed the security camera was still operational, “Whatever took our friends is not familiar with modern technology,” He clicked a few keys and rewound the footage for about two hours. He pressed play. Nothing happened after five minutes.

When Warren saw his smiling face, he felt worried in his heart. "President, how was your date?” Warren asks with a gossipy tone. “I told her I don’t fuck fake or plastic, and I also have a girlfriend,” Drew said, flashing Warren a broad smile before. Warren looked at his boss in horror. “Is the girlfriend the president is referring to, young miss, madam daughter? Warren thought, but he immediately shook his head so that the thought would vanish, but unfortunately it did not. He has been apprehensive about his boss since the day he unearthed the secret between them, but it seems his worry is no damn good. Seeing that Warren was trying to sniff out more information, he sat down on his seat and

Of course, she was also curious to know what he looked like after all his bragging from earlier. At the sight of Sheila stretching out her hand to take off his sunglasses, Warren—as one of the renowned war gods—was startled and stepped back hastily as he said to her, "No, no, no! You can't do that. Unfortunately, I'm worried that my looks will scare you. Though I'm not as handsome as Severin, my looks can still kill!"

I can already picture him scowling at me during practice next week, his dislike for me as strong as ever. My eyes widen as I spot Warren standing behind everyone, casually leaning against the door to my room with a beer in hand. His jet-black hair falls effortlessly into his face, catching the light and making it shimmer. Those mesmerizing blue eyes of his are fixed on me, tracing over my figure before meeting my gaze. Dressed in black jeans and a crisp white hoodie. "Leia?" Owen's impatient voice cuts through the moment, but I can't tear my eyes away from Warren as he takes a slow sip of his beer.

The statue wasn't unfamiliar. She recognized the uniform. The weapon. The insignia. Order of the Thorn. A hunter. One from relatively recent history. Maybe twenty years old. Not ancient. Not forgotten. Marcus noticed it too. His expression darkened. "I know him." The room fell silent. "You do?" The veteran hunter nodded slowly. "His name was Adrian Cole." Nobody spoke. Marcus continued staring. "He disappeared sixteen years ago." A chill ran through Evelyn. Sixteen years. Not centuries. Not millennia.