Doom Slayer Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Mia questioned, "Who's this man, Claus? He looks...intense." Claus's eyes grew distant as he recounted, "That's my mentor, Rodrigo. He trained me in the art of combat and survival. He taught me to be relentless, but he also taught me to suppress my emotions. We were molded into weapons, Mia, and our innocence was the price we paid." "Where is he now? She questioned. Without hesitation, Claus answered. " Dead! A bullet to his skull right in front of us all. He wanted to leave but had not met with the demand. We weren't even allowed to mourn him"

’ He yells, and the Blood Dwellers attack us. The vampires and werewolves fight against the Blood Dwellers. There are hundreds of them. Every time a Blood Dweller is defeated, it flickers and reappears in full health again. Vampires and Werewolves are being injured, and some lay dying. My mother is running from one to another, trying to heal as many as possible. Kayla throws vials toward the Blood Dwellers to poison and disorientate them, but it does not affect them.

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.

His killing intent was more befitting of his identity as the God of Slaughter. After all, Greedy Wolf Star Lord had once been the pet of some martial path ancestor. He still had that kind of presence. The Doom Mantis' forearm collided with the Greedy Wolf Blade, sending invisible shock waves rippling outward like ocean waves. The surroundings felt like a fierce wind had risen. Even Barry and the others felt they could barely stand steady, let alone the corpses and debris on the ground. Everything was blown up and swept several miles away. In an instant, the entire battlefield was cleared. The remaining buildings of the Evil Shadow Sect were left with only the foundations and a few column bas

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.