40k Outsider Novels & Stories

As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky, Kai and Zira set out. They moved silently through the jungle, their feet finding purchase on paths invisible to outsiders. Kai led the way, his senses alert for any sign of the strangers. "Tell me about them," Zira said softly as they paused to drink from a clear stream. "The outsiders you saw." Kai cupped his hands, bringing the cool water to his lips before answering. "There were three. Two men - one older, weathered by the sun and jungle. A guide, I think. The other was young, nervous. New to his place, I think."

From this vantage point, high on the other side of the narrow valley, I can easily spy on the Alphas as they play with their little toy. But these are no ordinary inhabitants of the Zone. This is clear from the omega's short hair and the leather boots on his feet. She is an Outsider and also one of the Alphas. I hate strangers. I kill Outsiders. Nothing else brings me more pleasure. It's a pity that treacherous creatures rarely venture into the Zone. Opportunities to get revenge are very rare. But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Outsider's blood will be spilled tonight. Crawling slowly, the sound of my movements masked by the rain, I pull away from the edge of the broken road and ma

His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us moves. The voice on the other end of the line speaks. "Ken, are you okay?" Ken, short for Kendrick? My hands turn clammy. My head spins. He doesn't break eye contact. After what feels like forever, he responds. "Yes, I am. Call me when you get back." He ends the call. I collapse onto the floor, my veil slipping loose around my neck. Kendrick. The scar. The wheelchair. Kendrick Harrold is alive.

There weren’t many people in this world who could take my life. Moments later, Fabian summoned over a dozen security guards. “Get him! If he dies, it’s on me!” With that guarantee, the security guards charged at me aggressively. I took down the first two before using the terrain to maneuver around them. In the blink of an eye, more than half were on the ground. Fabian watched in panic and was yelling frantically. “You bunch of fools! Use your clubs! Whoever catches him first will get a hundred grand!” The bounty turned several pairs of eyes bloodshot. They ripped their clubs off their belts and swung at me with all their might, viciously.

She could not help but exclaim in disbelief. “Forty-nine? How is that possible? Forty-nine is Wyot?” Leilani’s expression was full of disbelief. She had fully regained her memories, including those from Planet Desolation. She now knew what had transpired on Planet Desolation. “Forty-nine belongs to the Human Race? “Can he harness the Chaos Power? “Is he truly from the Human Race or the Doom Race? “No, wait, he’s a member of the Doom Race. The Omniscience Path was just a troublesome cultivation for him. Forty-nine is indeed Wyot.”

An Outsider was a totally disgusting and abhorrent parasitic life-form. Just by touch alone an Outsider can infect a human host, it then ensures the continuous survival of its own kind. It’s a parasitic like Alien species. Within the confines of the Multi-facet room Willy Goodwill tracked the rate of the Outsider infection with the help of the Artificially Intelligent operating system Andy. A 3-D image of the statistics appeared: About 500 thousand people have already been infected. “My God the infection is doubling by the minute!” Exclaimed Willy in panic.

Above them hung the white door, now massive enough to span the horizon, and from beyond it poured a power so alien it made their bones ache. The New Balance child stood beside them, their starlight skin glowing brighter as the alien power washed over them. “This is the Outside,” the child said. “Where nothing exists. Where the One Who Is Not Lives. It has no form, no name, no purpose—except to unmake everything that is.”

Once they arrived at the old abandoned factory, Ornais and Daniel got out and the taxi driver drove off as fast as he could without looking back. “Well that was…..” Ornais started. “Fucking weird.” Daniel finished. Ornias waited outside the abandoned factory building,Daniel was dragging his feet. He walked in, his head low, he came face to face with Wrath. He was a fairly good looking guy. Tall and blond haired, covered in tattoos and wearing a muscle shirt as if he was trying to prove he was the baddest person in the room. Still he was no match for Daniel. "Now don't you try anything Daniel. Pride and Vanity are off limits. Understand?" He explained.

He pressed a hand to the earth. It pulsed. Another flame had passed this way. --- The Forgotten Outpost They found it on the fourth night. A jagged outpost, tucked into a cliffside like a secret the land hadn’t meant to keep. No one lived there now. But the place wasn’t empty. Symbols—etched deep, half-erased by time—sprawled across the stone. They glowed faintly under moonlight, but not like any glyphs Azriel had known. Kael reached out and touched one. “Not Fold,” he said.

I gripped Ronan’s axe, my knuckles white. "You don't build it with light. You build it with the debt." Adaeze’s emerald glow began to flicker as the Widow’s red mist pressed in. "Every wolf the Council killed. Every mother they burned. Every child they orphaned. They are the Fourth Door. They are the pack that cannot be rejected." Kael lunged. He didn't attack like a wolf. He didn't go for the throat. He drove his salt-heavy shoulder into my chest, throwing me back into the white dust. I hit the ground hard, the wind leaving my lungs.