Best Warhammer Novels & Stories

, Athen was stunned hearing this, Athen didn't knew how to act, he just stayed quiet and listened to Hugo. Hugo who was now a welder once was the General of Shogo's army, Hugo was a true warrior, he had fought many battles and was victorious in them thus had battle scars all over his body, he was considered the most powerful general Shogo ever had, he worked for Balak and the former king. Everything changed when Balak came to throne, it wasn't much later that Hugo realized that Balak was a maniac, Hugo saw what Balak did with the villages and with his own people and decided to leave his army, but Balak didn't agreed with this, Balak asked Hugo to serve him as he did to his father, Balak offe

Ten werewolves slaughtered a hundred… and they won. She saw hundreds more humans coming and carrying sophisticated weapons, several werewolves are hit by those weapons, one…two…three fell, but just then several other werewolves came, again attacking the humans and destroying the weapons they are carrying. This is a terrible war. Too much blood… too many lives lost. Why do people have to fight like this? Can't they talk things over calmly?

They were feared and respected at the same time. My world was different. My father believed power meant someone always had to lose. He taught me that truces were never clean. At best, both sides just got tired of bleeding. Fighting wasn't just something that might happen. It was how the world worked. Since fights were coming anyway, you had to get ready. Getting ready meant building bigger weapons. And bigger weapons turned men into monsters, whether they wanted to become them or not. Which meant people like Gabriel didn’t just exist in my world. They flourished.

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

“What are these?” “Several records on previous wars. Although most wars are basically from the Messiah-Saint conflicts. This is the first time any Messiah and Saint are working together to stop a war which isn’t Messiah-driven. A war’s still a war, so I was revisiting some ancient offensive and defensive spells. There are even some magical artifacts mentioned that have been in wars before. So, just researching in case something comes handy.” “So, you, too, think that the war’s inevitable.” “If ‘you’ can’t stop Zephyr, I don’t think anyone can. It’s only wise to prepare ourselves, mentally and physically,” Archer said.

It was a scene I was accustomed to, but tonight I couldn’t be a part of it. I stood aside, a little away from the mayhem, watching my warriors attack the enemy but couldn’t involve himself in the warfare. The enemy was overpowering us. They were winning, yet I couldn’t plunge in to save my army. My mate’s tear-stained face was all I could envisage. I couldn’t push myself to fight her brother. “We have wiped out the enemy!” exclaimed Stavros, slaying the last of my wolves. “Victory!” yelled Homer.

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

You have a warlord to kill. He found Kael Blackthorn at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by his remaining elite guard. The warlord was massive, his body covered in scars, his eyes burning with madness. "Drake Hale," Kael said, his voice a low rumble. "I've heard of you. They say you're the greatest warrior of your generation." "They exaggerate," Drake said, his sword raised. "Do they?" Kael smiled, revealing teeth filed to points. "Let's find out."

“You see Demon they are going to destroy you.” “Is that a matter of fact?” Dremis said putting his hand to his chin. “Well then I guess you should know; I am already two steps ahead of your plans. When the others get here, we shall war right?” “No,” Abey said. “I don’t want a war brought to my world.” She said shaking her head. “You have no power here.” “I do.” Dremis laughed. “You see Gabriela and I had some time together remember Abey. Maybe I planted something in her to help with my plan. Although you won’t know if I am lying or not until it’s too late.” He laughed and disappeared.

But she understood. I leaned forward, both palms on the table. “We hit him before he hits us. We pull the ground out from under his feet. By the time Jaxson realizes he’s lost control of the game, it’ll be too late. And this time, there’s no creature. No witch. Just wolves. And wolves know how to die.” The silence that followed wasn’t hesitation, it was resolved. Camerin, Micah, Kate they were all staring at me with the same fire burning in their eyes. War was coming. And it would be ours.