Horus Heresy Novels Novels & Stories

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

But Jericho revealing his true nature bothered her greatly. You're Nephilim, Feron had told her fiance. Nephilim were half-angel, half-human creatures whose impure souls left them sickly and dead by the time they reached puberty. Jericho was ill, that much Rose could see, but from the looks of him, Jericho might be in his early twenties already. If he were truly a Nephilim, he should be long gone. She didn’t know what could have given him a longer life than intended. But she was certain of one thing--he was definitely after the ritual to prolong his short life even further. Nothing more, nothing less.

The crushing sensation of his own purposelessness weighing down on him, it only worsened as he recalled the night of the siege. Failing to protect Chiri or the Alliance from the attack that ensued that night, Horus felt himself undeserving of the right to bear the Crouse family name. Unsuccessful in his mission, he had allowed the one person he had been charged with keeping a watchful eye over to escape in the chaos. Horus, made to repent this fact every day since, embarked on his continual pursuit of the woman that had evaded him. His investigations only resulting in a handful of dead ends, Horus Crouse could only be mocked by the memory of how the Witch in question had bested him.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

Nodding, Jason pulled a thick piece of parchment paper from the folder, turning to face the kneeling crowd and the terrified former Alpha. "By the absolute authority of the Supreme Supernatural Council, Erwin Fenris is hereby stripped of all Alpha titles and privileges," Jason read loudly. "Erwin Fenris committed treason by attempting to assassinate the true heir, Kurt Fenris. The Council officially recognizes Kurt Fenris as the sole and rightful Alpha of this territory. Furthermore, the Council grants Alpha Kurt Fenris full permission to enact physical punishment upon Erwin Fenris for his crimes against the bloodline." Jason closed the folder and lowered the paper. The entire clearing remai

I had no idea how long I'd been digging in the files before I finally located the highly sensitive files that involved the actual functions of the hunk of rock and metal that we called Horus. After a quick consultation with Mirele- I had discovered that we could communicate with each other without having to vocalize actual words- we decided to pull a copy into our server since it was critical data. We couldn't risk damaging the original copies held by the Ten.

– Enquidu arrived beside Horus, when the other agents were cleaning the place. - No, she's dead, like everyone else here. - Horus said. - Let's go back, the experts and the priests can solve this. – Inanna-Istar said. - Well, I'm here for that, for risk control. – The priest arrived there. - A zombie god from one of the books stolen from the council library? – Inanna-Ishtar. - This is a copy, who took it was her father for the ceremony of an attack in another dimension. - The priest said.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

Anderson Silva walked into a secret cold room alone. He had to tap his card at the door a few times. Only certain people who have precise access are allowed to enter that room. One of them is the owner of Horus, Sir Richard Morrison. Richard is one of Horus's founders. He developed a high-tech company to create artificial intelligence for security and electronic devices. Unfortunately, it's just a mask. Horus is a secret group that formed a company to cover up what they have been doing all this time. For hundreds of years, the legend of Dracula has been well-guarded.