Dante Warhammer 40k Book Novels & Stories

that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship

“Dante isn’t the enemy, is he?” Damien’s eyes darkened. “No,” he said. “He’s the mirror.” ⸻ Elsewhere, Dante poured a drink, watching live feeds from the estate. “Well done,” he murmured. “Now the real war begins.” Dante Westwood

And of course, endless spell books. He's even included mysteries and psychological thrillers by my favorite authors, a kind afterthought. But there’s more: living grimoires, erotica by demons that may well be written by Cenobites, and people’s wickedest sins recorded like the Screwtape Letters littering the place galore. There are the life records and deeds of every Damned in Hell, recorded in lurid detail by Penemue, the fallen angel of writing. He notices me look longingly at the books. “Shall we read?” he asks. “We can devour books on a blanket, out under the stars.”

And the way Aiden had looked at him after, gray eyes storming with fury and something else. Dante poured himself a drink and didn’t touch it. His wolf prowled restless under his skin. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But maybe it already had.

She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book of DEATH REINCARNATE.” Hearing the pleasant title of the world that HE is somewhat been rooting for as it is the very world where He plans everything to spin and twist as the final battlefield. Worst as it is the primary word where HE imprisons the primary and primordial sins who defies HIM along with the first creation that rebels against HIM. HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers.

That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him. Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.” "All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destruction and watch."

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.

.5 GALLON OF THE COCKTAIL MIX IN HIS LUNGS , THEN THESE COWARDS CONTINIOUSLY CUT THE BACK OF HEELS TO WHERE HE WOULD COMPLETELY BLEED OUT INSTEAD OF HIS WOLF OR HIS BEAR HEALING HIM. THEY DISRESPECTED HIM EVEN MORE BY STAGGING A CAR ACCIDENT AS THE CAUSE OF DEATH AND THROWING HIM IN THE DUWAMISH RIVER IN RIGHT OUTSIDE OF SEATTLE WASHINGTON, HIS BODY WAS RECOVERED BY MEMBERS OF THE WHITE RIDGE PACK AND THE LOCAL DIVE AND MEDICAL AND FIRE PERSONAL. THE ALPHA DOMINQUEZ , HIS BETA MARLOW, THEIR PACK DOCTOR AND AS WELL AS BRYAN’S UNCLE AND THEIR MATES WERE EXTREMLY KIND AND HONORED TO RECOVER AND BRING MY LOVES BODY BACK HERE TO HIS FAMILY AND HIS PACK SO WE COULD GIVE HIM A PROPER BURIAL AND S

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th

Staying like this until I stand and look out over the horizon, past the forest to the vast open land below. I lift my head and rear back - I call Ruda forward and we let out our loudest howl. The Roar of an Alpha, the call of a warrior, the command of a king. The power of my wolf. This is what they will feel when they hear my call. The howl of The Forsaken Prince. For I am Hunji: The Legend. ***THE END*** ***REMEMBER I ALWAYS POST AN ADDITIONAL CHAPTER AND BONUS CHAPTER FOR THE NEXT BOOK***