Best Warhammer Novels & Stories

I bend down to look at the signalling machine for faults. “X? Is that normal?” I turn around to see what he’s talking about, probably the black hole they have contained in the centre of the system. I was totally wrong. The first post was totally wrecked, and the rampage of what ever did this stretched as far as my eyes could see. Whole battle planets were reduced to chunks. I saw the trail of destruction was headed towards Le’uthara. “Ko'vren, forget the docking, head to Le’uthara... now!” The enemy had begun attacking again, this time on a higher scale. This was all out war. Someone decided to pick a fight with the Gentry.

These monstrous warriors, honed through months of rigorous training within the depths of the dungeon, had recently completed their transformation, fully embracing their demonic heritage under Wise's careful guidance. The sight of these fearsome warriors, their eyes ablaze with infernal power, struck fear into the hearts of the Merlocks as they unleashed their wrath upon the enemy ranks. Wise cast his gaze towards the forest, where Dray and his cavalry lay in wait, poised to strike at a moment's notice. "The time is not yet ripe," Wise murmured to himself, knowing that the appearance of Dray and his formidable force would swiftly turn the tide of battle in their favour.

:-D According to the previous chapter. The shades of joy I mentioned. White means we take joy in good things e.g. in love, in kindness, etc. For some black deeds act as fuel of joy. They take pleasure in doing bad to someone and same was the case with Minahil. She was relating her pleasure to Abraham losing the game. And for most the fuel to Joy is grey. Grey is a border line between white and black. A person faces different situations. Sometimes we take pleasure after revenge and sometimes we take pleasure in forgiveness. (;

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers. "Your highness, this war will be destructive. If this goes on, both Kingdoms will destroy their own economies and will fall prey to the other Kings waiting for a sign of weakness," said Shikhar. Adharva was silent. "I have seen the warrior Eloy in battle now and as the head of the army, I can assure you that at the end of the war, only the warriors and the Emperors will remain," said Shikhar. Rishi was at the door. Shikhar looked down at the ground then. Adharva snorted inside at the by play. He had been seeing it since he was ten.

"And you will have them. It's no easy feat to cross the divide between our worlds. It takes time and preparation." What the hell was Nathan up to? He couldn't mean to bring the war-band over to our world, could he? That would expose us all; the witches, the necromancers to the regular humans. It would be a nightmare at best, and an all-out war at worst. "My warriors grow agitated. They may be to me, but they will wait only so long." "It won't be much longer. Now, once I've found a summoner to use, you'll have your price."

“Then The Shadows will fall to Clay, and neither Kattie nor Amber will ever feel safe again.” “Let the best man win,” Adis says, extending his hand to Zombie, who shakes it firmly. Then Adis turns away, commanding everyone to return to their bases. The war is officially upon us.

"I can't lose Cairh." "Oh my poor girl, you did nothing wrong." She gushed. "The new arrangements were necessary. Alpha Zed has left a huge hole with his death, a hole that has to be filled by somebody. Our Cairh doesn't stand a chance alone but standing together with Anya? There is no one else more qualified for that role than him. He will be entering The Alpha Haul, Seraya and he may be our next Alpha. You wouldn't stand in the way of his greatness would you?" "For power." I sounded it out, unable to believe my ears. "He broke my heart for a stupid title? You broke our betrothal of eleven years! Just for some stupid title?!"

"He declared Total War, Barzil. He is going to commit genocide to get me back. Do the lives of the Highbloods in the sky matter more than the Nulls in the dirt?" "It is not a trade!" Barzil roared. The sound rattled in my own chest. "It is slaughter!" "It is war," Neoma shot back. "And in war, you take the enemy's high ground." I watched them. The Shield and the Sword. My mind was racing—calculations spiraling through possible outcomes. "The probability of Nergal repairing the core is high," I interjected. I played the devil's advocate. It was my function to weigh the consequences.