Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Warhammer Crossover

After the great war between humans, vampires, werewolves, and elves, an agreement was made that hybrid offspring would rule the world. Every century, alliances through marriage between humans and those three clans would decide the next ruler. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would claim power for their line. In my previous life, I chose to marry Jax, the eldest son of the werewolf pack, known for his fierce loyalty. I gave birth to our hybrid son, a white-furred pup we named Zeal.

My heart gave an uneasy beat as I opened the first page. Axel’s mother’s handwriting was elegant, slanted, and careful. The opening notes talked about ancient bloodlines, rare hybrids that had been dismissed as myth because the blood had thinned over centuries. There were mentions of wolves who could bind through more than scent, witches born without covens, and children carrying two different inheritances in one body. I swallowed hard. Wow. This was a world I thought existed in fairy tales. The door opened softly. Mason stepped in with a cup of coffee. “Thought you might need this,” he said.

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Allow me to show you around, then to the dorms. Why did he keep saying “human”? I asked as we walked the hallways. The walls were painted with bright colors, battles, but what made me stop was the shape of the fighters. Figures from a fantasy book. Dragons, wolves, fairies, and shifters. And in the middle of the battle, a warrior dressed in black, her sword obsidian. She stood solitary while creatures from every side closed in around her, their faces grimaced with anger and sorrow. Lightning lit up behind her, and bodies lay at her feet, both friend and foe. Her eyes in the painting were fierce, almost defiant. Something about her appeared important, as if the entire war turned on her next m

The woman’s gaze shifted to him. Slow. Measured. “Oh,” she said softly. “The Shadow Fang Alpha.” Lucian didn’t react. “You’ve been causing quite a bit of trouble,” she added. “And you’ve been attacking children,” he replied. Her smile didn’t drop. “Collateral.” Something in me snapped at that. But Lucian’s arm shifted slightly, blocking me before I could step forward. “Don’t,” he murmured. My chest was tight. Burning. “They’re leaving,” Lucian said.

The children, in turn, mirrored the love with eyes that sparkled with adoration for the two figures who guided them through the labyrinth of life. The eldest, Zado, develops the habit of protecting his siblings all the while maintaining a childish voice. An alpha with a mind of artistry in his early years. Zufri, the omega son, became chivalrous and wanted to be a soldier when he grew up asking his father to give him his own platoon! Liam as of this moment still self-debating whether his son meant it or not.

I go back to bed, open my notebook and start to write. I write about supernatural creatures, like werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches. Some days earlier I had a vision or something like that and started to write about this Alpha werewolf who also happens to be a vampire. A hybrid in the mids of war, betrayal, and heartbreak. A story where he finds his mate and a misunderstanding rips her from his side. Wonder what the cards of fate hold in his favor…

Beginning of Book 3 Ruled by the Princess: Realm of the Chosen, a Reverse Harem Romance The sound of horses’ hooves beating against packed earth, cheers from the crowded stands, and the jarring clang of wood on metal were all drowned out by the sound of Princess Katrinetta’s heart beating out of her chest as she stared down from the riser. Gripping the wooden barrier that separated her from a fifteen foot fall to the arena floor beneath her, Kit’s knuckles were white, and despite the cool temperatures, a fine line of perspiration beaded her forehead.