Holy Terra 40k Mga Nobela at Kwento

I spoke loud, partly to control the shaking in my voice, and partly because I wanted all to hear what I had to say. “Men and Women of Oremgoth. I am speaking to you now as a sister from Nidavelle and as your High Queen. Hear my words. Oremgoth is a realm that is made up of four specific kingdoms. Because of location, each of these kingdoms has a specific gift that is from nature, herself.”

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

Neither one of us knows if he is dead or not. A light suddenly appears and we both look at it. Something is compelling me to follow it and I don’t fight it. I can tell Terra isn’t fighting it either. We step into the light and before us is a war. My eyes widen at the dead bodies that litter the floor, my auntie Keila being one of them. “What is this Terra?” “I don’t know.”