Dante Warhammer 40k Book Novels & Stories

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

"If we don't know which one it was, I'll just kill all of them then." "You can do that?" Holly whispered. Dagon smirked. "I'm one of the Four Horsemen as well, I can be just as deadly at my brother." "Are you War?" Holly asked. If he was as strong as Death he had to be an important one. "No," Dagon frowned. "War is an odd one. If Death has found you, War is not too far away. But I won't let them near you. Just trust me." "No," Holly replied. "I barely know you. For all I know, you could just be trying to trick me."

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

Old, witch-begotten. My hands trembled as I pulled it free. It was heavier than I expected, and colder too—as if it had a life of its own. I placed it carefully on the reading table, brushing off heavy layers of grime with my sleeve. The cover was plain of title, bearing only a carved serpent entwined around a crescent moon. My heart skipped. This wasn't just a book. This was sacred. or demonic. I opened the first page. "Let the darkness be born in blood. Let the son of the accursed bloodline rise out of the ashes of the slain witches. His mate will bleed, and from her womb will come salvation… or destruction."

There was so much knowledge and research just lying about how would he condense into one small pack, plus food, water, and a bedroll. Urgency wouldn’t allow him to linger, war was coming, and with it...death. The Army of Darkness had been making their way through the land, setting it ablaze, leaving nothing behind. Albian knew the one behind it all would also be there, directing and choreographing every moment of destruction. "I hope we find her first, Foxfire, or all is lost" he murmured before turning his thoughts back to the task at hand.

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.

If we give the enemies a chance to recover from the last battle, it will be harder to secure a victory. -"Theo, did you find what Leo's Beta took from the library?" Who better than him to tell me what kind of book was missing from the library. My father takes his seat, and Theo stands. -"Yes, Alpha King Matthew. He took the Book of Hades. This book is extremely perilous. The ancient spells written in its pages can cause a calamity, especially if they attempt to summon a hellhound within a werewolf body." Mutter erupts in the room after the many surprised gasps.

On the dark oak counter rested a velvet-lined wooden case containing a manuscript Helena had not seen the day before. “There are truths that only reveal themselves when blood recognizes its match,” murmured Mrs. Gable, her bony fingers sliding over the book’s cover. “You touched the Wolf, didn’t you? And from the glow in your eyes, he touched you as well.” Helena did not confirm it, but the tremor in her hands as she opened the manuscript was answer enough. The document was a memorial record from one of Dante’s ancestors, dated before the great sawmill fire. As she read, the structure of Blackwater’s supernatural universe began to expand before her eyes in layers of tragedy and destiny.