Novel & Cerita Horus Heresy Novels

“You didn't save me, Father. You buried me alive. And now, I’m digging my way out.” Silas Blackwood stepped forward, his gold-and-sapphire aura flaring in a controlled, lethal hum. “The containment protocol was not an act of mercy, Father. It was an act of genocide. You tried to erase a goddess to satisfy a trade agreement. You traded your daughter’s soul for a silver-lined treasury.” He turned his gaze toward the Council emissaries, who were watching from the ridge. “The heresy you are looking for is not in the Shadow or the Void. It is in the hearts of the men who think they can play God with the blood of the Moon.”

The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight. "The resonance point is there," Lyra said, pointing to a massive crystal spire in the center of the lake of fire. "If you stand at the peak, you can connect the ley lines. But Seraphina... the energy will be immense. It might burn you from the inside out." Kael grabbed Seraphina’s hand. "I’ll stay with you. My blood is the anchor. Yours is the sail." They climbed the spire together. Arion stayed below, coordinating the Unseen warriors as they prepared to repel the Shadow-wraiths that were now seeping through the cracks in the ceiling.

The only difference, however, was that, she was hypocritical and hid her motives and hatred quite well. Sasha survived the incident thanks to the assassin who killed the perpetrator. As she thought of how Sasha was rescued, a sense of gratitude engulfed the girl. Whoever had killed that man, did both her and Sasha a favour by reducing their enemy. The only problem was that, it would be a bit hard to get the evidence that the said man was used by her mother to get to her.

She lit up his darkness so that he could find his way out of it. Readers had asked for a Hades appearance ever since Remo, Angel’s hellhound, was introduced in “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” so it was time for him to show up. Following in the path of species integration that my books have had, Zion’s book will include his little witch mate. His story will begin after “Fated Bonds – Caught in a Web of Secrets” finishes serializing on R E A M. The future Legacies of Fate series – which includes Blakely, Asher, and Scarlett’s stories – and the future Legacies of Destiny series – which includes Zion, Lola, and Matteo’s stories will be told on that platform.

She snuck across the chilly floor and cursed the loud sound of her bare feet peeling off the polished concrete. The door was solid steel with the family crest carved into it, and she anchored her attention on it. Minnow had been taught the history behind the family fleur-de-lis since she was a child. Her fingers trailed over the familiar design. The shape of the crest was a full moon with the outline of a waxing crescent. She was told the moon was said to have the same sovereignty by night that the sun had by day. The waxing crescent reflected the new moon, showing the family were always ready to go forth with new light and added energy.

Tony ignored me and continued what he was doing. I tuned to Horus. His godly armour was gone and a dark haired male was beside me. His face was filled with anger and hate as he watched the harbingers bombard the shields. I didn’t know him much, but I heard he was a great warrior, a virtuous god, and by far, the most favoured child of Ra. “I’m sorry for your loss. Ra was a good Lord.” I felt him tense at my words, the muscles in his jaw tightening. Maybe that was a bad idea. Ra wasn’t known for being a fine Lord. Fortunately, Horus salvaged the situation. “Thank you, Xassin, but now is not the time for mourning. We need to leave this place with the Mind intact, or all is lost.” I nodded and

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.

Soon derora had absorbed heregas magic and turned it to that of the Phoenix, she opened her eyes to are a brand new darathos, skin as red as ever, horns long and sharp with flames at the edges, he seemed taller as derora stared into the fiery pit that were his eyes, "How do you feel?" she asked, "I feel...stronger, better" he said as she noticed the new resonance his voice carried, Derora turned to the veratus as she sent tendrils of energy into them, they convulsed as their mouths opened in silent agony. Derora was giving this being a footstool in the realm, but she did not care, at least not for now, all she wanted was heregas head. The dark and red skin of theirs peeled off to reveal a re

“Can you just stop talking?! I’ve had all these your thoughts in my head for the last sixteen days and yet no solution has come to my head. I had determined to stay low. Taking over governance is not all about killing a million soldiers and a single president, and countless of the masses. With weaponized explosions that we have created, in the case of a battle, we will have to think strategically enough to avoid another catastrophe.” “I have always planned the subtle and effective method,” he continued, “but it seems that once again in my life that my laid out plans go against themselves. And they always, always Sheikh, lead to the most deplorable ends. I feel it all in my bones, Sheikh, and