God Emperor Warhammer Novels & Stories

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a

Bill reached over and touched both of Andrew's shoulders, "I understand you feel this is very unfair. You're angry. But, that's not worth thinking about right now. The most important thing is that we save the remaining troops and Jody Gardner. That's our job." Andrew Reece was about to argue back but Bill said in a quiet, soothing voice, "We won't lose. Have you forgotten who I am, Reece? I'm Wiliam Mackenzie, the mighty God of War, the God of Death, who is feared by my enemies. How could I lose so easily? Just because I'm tired? I'm not that weak." Andree Reece ventured, lifted his face and looked at how serious and confident the war general he had served was.

“Princess Kay’s father, the Emperor, have forged an alliance with the demons.” “What!” gasped Braum. “The Emperor have signed his blood and released it from the depths of earth. They’re raging an all-out war with us.” Braum was breathing heavily with disbelief. “That fool. He really meant to end the war with the release of these demons.” Crown Prince got up from his seat as if he wasn’t even bothered by the news. He answered with a calm and steady voice. “Very well.”

"Then, let's see if you know this move." A pulse of energy, heavy enough to shake the soul, exploded from Gideon. Behind him, a towering phantom rose. It was a figure of an ancient emperor, radiating divine power and unquestionable authority. "Flaming Scarlet Fist!" Gideon roared. As he unleashed the strike, the world itself seemed to dim. Freddie's eyes widened in disbelief. "Isn't this the Five Emperors Warlord Fist? How could you possibly know it? His Majesty would never pass something like that to you!"

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski

Teradin scoffed in disgust, his face wrinkling more than it already was from age. "Not Truth, General," Levlin corrected. "They speak of other gods, specifically the goddess of war and..." his brows furrowed in thought. "Someone called the Night's blue." At this Teradin barked a derogatory laugh. "Fear will make a man see anything. Apparently, it makes savages see gods."

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

"I'm not sure." Eric's frown deepened as he thought about the previous emperor. His grandfather, the mighty Theo Thompson who led the war, fought alongside the other clans against the Demon and Fallen clan. Through the one hundred years of battle, he finally chopped off the head of the Demon clan and won the war. Thus, crowning him as the Emperor, and the Dragon Empire was forged. Eric frowned and said, "Tell him I'm busy." "Ah... Prince Eric." "What is it?" "The Emperor also summon Miss Samantha Wild as well."