Doom Slayer Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

- Babi also goes to him. I slap my forehead lightly, foreseeing the catastrophe to come. Since I know there is no way they will give up this idea, I slide my wheelchair over to them, watching what they are about to do. The girls are each on one side of him, so I stand next to Babi who was closest to my table. - Today we will collect the cobwebs from your vagina or my name is not Oliver Santiago. - The one who said that is no longer here. - I raise my hands in surrender.

The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match to me and my men.

It was frantic melee throughout the Damnarynth as the battle progressed—a mixture of snarling of our soldiers hissing and screeching of ghouls, serpents, Kaidas and arachnoids. Our foe’s limbs were splashing, splaying and flying across the sewers in explosive merge of their guts and gusts of their magic, which was syphoned in our blades as we cut our way through. We were getting close to the grand open space clearing that hid the passage of borders between Damnarynth and Morsburg, the next circle of Wengarthria. Suddenly, out of nowhere, chainsaw-like snarling radiated through the swamp. Damnon, the enraged master of Damnarynth, appeared before us. Uh oh, the dude is massive.

"Purging biomass. Reclaiming hardware." From the underbelly of the massive Dreadnought, thousands of black streaks plummeted toward the earth like a meteor shower. They were "Void-Pods"—drop pods designed to deploy the Creators' shock troops: the Void-Hounds, twisted amalgamations of cloned flesh and cybernetic weaponry. "They’re trying to overwhelm the Dome's shields before the main cannon fires," Scarlett analyzed, her fingers flying across the Stellar Navigator while her jade brush painted frantic, glowing golden runes in the air. "System! Reroute all auxiliary power to the Nine-Heavens Defense Array!"

And at one point, very soon in my future, I would have to face my fate. The more I thought about it, the more it all started to make sense. The creatures who came for me in the woods. Lilith through they must be Vampires. The same creatures that Lucifer created with his own blood. The one enemy he created himself. They wanted to use me as there weapon in their fight to conquer the underworld throne. Even Darren, who didn’t even know my full potential, new that I was a big player in the scheme of things. His years of brainwashed were all to make me think I was playing for the right team. He never once assumed I would find out the truth.

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

--- Hunters’ Headquarters Security Level A. Deep beneath Valenfort, Alaric Graves stood before a massive machine sheathed in silver. Ancient vampiric script was engraved along its flank: Seraphim The Flame of the Holy Blood. An elderly engineer, hands trembling as he wired the energy conduits, said, “Sir… Seraphim has never been tested. It… it uses anti‑matter holy energy. If activated, not only vampires but humans with mixed bloodlines will” “Silence.” Alaric cut him off coldly. “This world has gone past its limit. If I must burn the city to end the cursed line, I will.”

“If destruction is what you choose, I will gladly deliver it.” He turned instantly, riding back toward his monstrous army with Brakk at his side. The rogues howled in anticipation, and the thunder of their feet violently shook the ground as they began to mobilize. Behind us, Harold and Rowland raised their voices, rallying their warriors. The united packs roared in response…two armies merging into one, driven by survival, vengeance, and a newfound unity. But Domanek’s power was already poisoning the air. And the war that followed… was nothing short of hell.

It was a claw made of gold and shadow. Damon emerged. Half of his face was gone, revealing a skull made of silver clockwork. He wasn't Damon anymore. He was a machine powered by a broken soul. "You think... you won?" the Damon-machine wheezed. His voice was a static mess of sounds. "The gate... is open. The Void... is here." The black liquid from the Dial began to rise, forming a giant, faceless shape. It was a Void-Walker, but it was bigger than any we had ever seen. It was the **Prime Stalker**.