Best Warhammer Novels & Stories

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

I knew my uncle wasn’t the man who ran away from wars, but unfortunately, he betrayed these people. Sienna guided us to her office and after we were settled in, she mumbled some spell and turned to face us. “Aside from whatever Josh has done in the past, this upcoming war is huge, all the outcast creatures are joining the rogue’s side.” She sat behind her desk and brought out a glass ball, setting it on the desk. “Outcasts?” Scott questioned. Sienna chuckled at his lack of information, and his ears turned red. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything.” She said, then waved with her hands above the glass ball.

Instead, they sent Nero to the war front, a meat grinder where they expected him to perish. But Nero defied their expectations. He became a legend—the King of War. His island-honed skills—martial prowess, medicinal healing, strategic genius—made him unstoppable. He moved through battlefields like a phantom, felling enemies with lethal precision. His knowledge of herbs and remedies, learned from Draco’s ancient wisdom, saved countless allies, stitching life back into broken bodies. His strategies turned New Delta City’s defenses into an impregnable stronghold, its walls whispering his name. His rage, once a raw wildfire, was now a honed blade, sharp and unyielding, its edge set on one goal: v

The war room had become their world, a chaotic and brilliant maelstrom of strategy, firepower, and vengeance. Amara and Dante, a formidable partnership forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss, were a single, unstoppable force. Their combined empires, a brutal mix of old-world intimidation and new-world technology, were a terrifying symphony of destruction. They were a hurricane of power, a force of nature that tore through the global cartel's defenses, one meticulously planned strike at a time. The final war, a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds, was in full swing.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

After some thought, he spoke, “Back then, the Middle Province was still quite peaceful. However, the current Middle Province is different. Plenty of veterans have returned and amongst these veterans, there were King of Wars and marshals. Although they act alone, each of them are extremely powerful people. Just previously, there’s a King of War named Xerxes Zechs, didn’t he level the entire Xavier family, a second-class aristocratic family even, on a whim?” As he spoke, Boss Harvey continued, “So, everyone should be a little more careful in doing things next time. Those King of Wars were quite low profile so even if we run into them, we wouldn’t know. Especially when they are all retired from

"Yes, he's stormed DelaVega City with his strike force. They've killed thousands of people and have burned down nearly a quarter of the City. He's now facing off against Warhammer Bruce." "Warhammer Bruce? He was a part of DelaVega City? This complicates things," Warhammer Bruce was a legend on the continent. He was a famous combat mage, not any less so than his father back then. He's a lot older than Saxon but in terms of strength he was not a bit weaker, he may even be slightly stronger. Xasha had fought Beemo before, and he could never stand up to his Saxon in terms of strength. So he wasn't sure how he would defeat Warhammer Bruce.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

THE WAR The world had shaken under the claws of two strong packs : The Harttman and Blackthorn, this was long before Eve saw the world for the very first time, long before Malik or Astrid, long before Dorian’s father became Alpha. No one paid it any attention when it first started, it was a whisper at first, then slowly it became a feud, it was just small and petty Then it became a war for territory, a battle for rights of hunt line then the issue of a single violated border.

"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."