Words Of Warning Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“A warning was left at one of the attack sites. It’s in Cross’s handwriting.” Ava took it, heart pounding. The writing was unmistakable—her father’s. Trust the hunter, not the wolf. Beneath it, a symbol she’d never seen: two interlocking crescents. “What does it mean?” she whispered. Silas leaned over her shoulder. His face was unreadable. “It means your father didn’t just hide you. He was planning something.” A chill ran through her. “Planning what?” Before anyone could answer, a low tremor ran through the floor, rattling the torches. Mara’s head snapped up. “They’ve found one of the entrances.”

This was a warning. Adrian is coming.

“Of соurѕе, уоu undо mе іn so mаnу wауѕ. Yоur wоrdѕ, your touch, this mоuth should соmе wіth a wаrnіng.” Hіѕ еуеѕ turned dark, and I could feel thе heat begin to rаdіаtе through him. “I think thе оnlу wаrnіng I nееd rіght now іѕ tо lеаvе thіѕ rооm while I ѕtіll have ѕоmе kind оf wіllроwеr.”

Valerie turned the photograph over with shaking hands. A message appeared on the back. Five words. Written in black ink. Simple. Neat. Deliberate. YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT WALKING. The room spun around her. The warning wasn't vague. It wasn't symbolic. It wasn't meant to intimidate generally. It was personal. Direct. Specific. Someone knew exactly what she had found. Someone knew exactly where she had gone. Someone wanted her to understand that she had crossed a line. A cold gust rattled the windows.

It started squeezing my throat again as the lights flickered and new red warning messages flashed across every screen: WARNING: FORSAKEN PROTOCOL ACTIVATED CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS

The words stared back at me, heavier than any we’d written before. When I looked up, my gaze fell once more on the wall by the hearth. The gouges hadn’t faded. If anything, they looked sharper, like someone had carved them fresh in the night. “…beware…” “…beside…” My throat tightened. Nyra caught me staring. Her voice was quiet, almost fearful. “What if the warning isn’t about them?” She nodded toward the window, where the streets yawned empty and still. Her eyes found mine. “What if it’s about us?”

Uneven. Broken. But deliberate. A signal. A message. “She was here,” I say quietly. And then— I notice something else. Under it. Faint. Almost invisible. Words. I lean closer. Focus. And then I see it. One word. Barely carved. Barely there. But enough. RUN. My jaw tightens. Hard. Because that’s not fear. That’s warning. “She’s not running from them,” I realize. “She’s running from what she might become.”

The words were foreboding, and the warning apparent: "Don't ever go near Tyler Conan. This is your first and last warning." Didn't I have enough to worry about? What the hell was happening? I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, and I looked around anxiously, but the store was empty except for me. Who had left the note, and why were they warning me about Tyler Conan?

From an unknown number. I opened it with shaking hands. It was a photo. Of me. Standing in the garden. From just minutes ago. Beneath it, three words: You were warned! ******

Staring at the light fixture. Flash. Flash. Pause. Flash. Flash. Flash. "It's a code," Wolfy whispered. "What does it say?" Neoma asked. Sitting up. Wincing. Wolfy watched the rhythm for another ten seconds. His glacial eyes narrowed. "Long. Long. Short. Long." He looked at us. A thrill of terrifying excitement lit up his face. "It's an old rebellion cipher," Wolfy said. "Pre-Fracture. It says: The North is burning."