2nd Legion 40k Novels & Stories

“Your warlord lies beheaded on my battlements. Your legions were held back by my Empress’s shield. You have one chance to surrender your standards—or my wolves will use your bones to lay the new wall’s foundations.” The senior commander of the golden legions—an elder Lycan whose face bore the burn marks of my barrier—stepped forward. He glanced at Lawrence for a heartbeat, then his yellow eyes locked on me, reading the mystical symmetry of my double mark and the glow of the silver medallion resting over my full chest.

It writhes like a severed vein, bleeding light every time she breathes. But hearing it aloud makes the truth solid, heavy as stone: She has chosen war. She has chosen fire. She has chosen not me. I drag a hand down my face, nails biting until blood beads under my fingertips. The sting steadies me. Barely. “How many?” I ask. My voice sounds wrong—raw, hollow. Nyssa doesn’t flinch. “Heliosworn legions. The full host. They’ve broken the seals of the Dawn Gates. They march through the Meridian Veil as we speak.”

Once more, a card flew into my grasp on its own. Another Widow rose from her seat, her head tilting slightly as she regarded the card in my hands. Then, she spoke. “It says… *XXXII*.” A pause, then: “He is a commander of thirty-two legions.” A weight dropped in my stomach. The first Widow handed her dagger to the second without hesitation. The second Widow turned, and this time, a Knight calmly stood from his seat, accepting his fate.

“I’ll fight with you. We still don’t know how many legions are there waiting for us.” “Alpha, I’m not calling them legions.” She rolled her eyes at me, not because I call the wraiths legion but how I looked at her. She was a badass Luna and a warrior. She handled those fuckers with ease. “Legions sound legendary, and they don’t deserve it.”

She was the quietest of the council and the wisest, I would not be surprised if she comes from a place in Northshore which people are known for their knowledge. “Two hundred and fifty thousand?” I questioned. “My legion is just barely ten thousand.” “You have the smallest legion.” Kayd replied me offhandedly. “My queen?” Arius said and when I looked at him, the question was clear in his eyes. There was no other choice, it was the least thing for us to do, something which everybody already expected. People would not think something is wrong and that was something which everybody need now. To be calm. I gave a barely visible nod and Arius sighed.

“Get up strap on your armor, we don’t have time” This was the first time I had seen the whole Iasi camp under duress. Hundreds of soldiers were running around in full battle gear, I could hear the Centurion’s whistling along with the confusion of the many soldiers who had just woken up from their hangovers. “Varkii, what’s going on?” I ask him while I step off my bed desperately bearing through the pain in my leg while I search for my sword under a pile of bottles and pig bones. “There’s been an explosion at Rendra City, we don’t know who started it but the Centurions want everyone ready. General’s orders.” “Rendra City? That’s 15 miles from here, what Legion is stationed there?” “The 10th P

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.

With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings. As he caught up with Elicantris, he now had a clearer vision of what was beyond the peaks of the mountains. “Oh God,” Arth muttered to himself, seeing thousands of demons covering the slopes of the mountains, their numbers extending towards the west. Red-skinned beings covered in black dragon-scaled vests marched up towards the peak surrounding the encampment. “I thought demons have wings, Eli,” he whispered as he arrived at her side. Elicantris shook her head. “You generalize demons too much, Your Highness. The marching ones on foot are called Gunturs, or the Blood Orcs. They compose the

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse! And its rider's name was Death, and Hades followed him. And they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by wild beasts of the earth. – Revelations 6:8 The 5th Hegemony Fleet, or what was left of it, flashed into the Rylaren Gamede system with a bright flash. They were joined by the remaining mercenary fleet, evacuee ships, and whoever else they could get out of Conflict Sector 2.