Carcharodons 40k Books Novels & Stories

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

"Yae has already made a letter of notice and the school will accept your absence. They believe that you are going to a funeral and might not make it back. Since you already finished your final exams, they will accept this sudden exclusion." "I accept. If there isn't anything else to talk about, I will start packing." Kurai is angry but didn't argue as he left to follow Cai Kang. "Oi, are you seriously just gonna sit and agree?" "The demons are similar to like the ones in this world. There are mostly in submission and surrendered to humans but there are still some who are hostile and powerful. If someone is seriously raising an army, then we can't joke around. There were wars involving this a

I say quietly to Selene later that night. She looks at me. “Meaning?” “Meaning the Axis will outgrow singular stewardship,” I answer. “Whether we want it to or not.” Rowan stiffens. “You’re saying she won’t always be the center.” “I am saying she may become the first reference,” I clarify. Selene absorbs that without flinching. “Then Book Four,” she says slowly, “is about expansion.” “And Book Five,” Rowan adds grimly, “is about survival.”

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

------- Red Blood packs " Everybody, the Canids are approaching! This is war!" Kappa screeched out. Almira saw a Canids from afar and she called her packs to get ready. Lancelot leads the attack from the Canids. All of them ran towards the red blood packs and Kappa found his first kill. He leaps above the Canids and used his sharp paws to scratch his face and he succeeded. It stumbled on the ground and winced in pain. He tried to make a second blow but one of the warriors stop him. It's Damian who just got healed from his last battle.

Rowan’s erasure grids fold reality—white voids swallowing tendrils. Kayo’s chains bind massive limbs—foxfire burning restraints hot. Remy’s claws rend exposed joints—gold sparks flying. My **Abyssal Canticle** sings—voice carrying divine fury, shattering debuffs, swarm screaming real. Julian’s fangs drain main veins—vampire horde climbing body like ants on titan. Kōjin’s hammer projection slams divine—molten impacts cratering carapace. Monks’ light spears pierce eyes—blinding galaxies.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Drones extruded from the pages like wasps from a nest, metal bodies shining, eyes already lighting up with target locks. From a third—CARNIVAL THREATS—black water spilled, pooling unnaturally fast, and from its surface rose slick, smiling figures with mouths too wide, humming that awful siren, song in twisted carousel harmonies. It hadn’t just turned the logs loose. It had ripped open every book we’d survived and let the monsters come pouring out. Corvin was already moving, launching himself at the oncoming ghost swarm. His hand closed around the neck of the nearest one, fingers sinking into ectoplasm like it was wet cobweb, and he tore, ripping the shape in half. It dissolved into ink‑mist.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.