Imperial Bastion Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

In the highest council chamber, an elder mage rose from meditation. “Border fluctuation detected,” he muttered. Then the wards screamed. Silver light erupted skyward as the first barrier engaged, an enormous dome of ward lattice sealing the academy grounds. Defensive sigils burned bright along every tower, drawing on centuries of accumulated magic. Outside the walls, the forest split open. And from it emerged the Del Imperium. Thirty-one thousand strong. An ocean of shifting forms, wolves, hybrids, armored warriors in disciplined formation. Banners snapped violently in the wind, crowned wolf devouring a star.

Caelum looked out at the sky, where three massive, iron-hulled war dreadnoughts were emerging from the storm clouds, their heavy siege cannons trained directly on the Citadel peaks. "Leave no survivors," Caelum commanded coldly. "Valerius wanted a total war. Today, we give him the end of his empire." Lyra looked up at Caelum, her Sun-Marked crest blazing with unyielding, majestic light. She squeezed his hand firmly, ready to face the storm by his side. As they walked side by side out toward the high stone battlements, hundreds of allied wolves from the southern packs and rescued rogues from the lower sanctuaries streamed onto the walls, weapons drawn, shouting their devotion to the Apex King

I didn't care who spoke. "There is only one pack that visits the Amethyst territory." Ian said, his body shifting slowly, preparing himself to engage in combat. That itself told me that I would not like the rest of his answer. My mind started listing the names of all our enemies, trying to figure out which one it could be. "The Howlers." He added, waiting for my reaction.

This instant! ''As you wish, your majesty,'' Bastian replied reflecting a tone of urgency, and he curtsied again before turning away from Gaius to set forth for the lodge where Limah had been positioned to tender to her youngling. Bastian was the army's general and the longest serving member of the royal family. He had survived many wars from way back as a youngster in the kingdom of the Legendary king Gaius Caesar. Bastian had grown into the much experienced and hardened soldier, fighting alongside Gaius Jr. and sharing in the mirth of victories in the royalty's quest for power. He had climbed his way through the ranks as the toughest and deserving tutor of new recruits and Gaius's army. Wi

I AM AN IMMORTAL. What we are? We are a divine race. The children of the Evermore. The Evermore are the gods who rule the universe. They overlook everything and maintain harmony between the whole universe. They live in a place above everything. I can't say since when they started to exist, as there are no records on that, but I believe the right answer would be "they have been around forever". The only thing that is known is that the Evermore are the children of the "Supreme Being", the patriarch of the universe, the one who created and named each star in the galaxies.

"This is not a suggestion, Alpha Liam. This is an Imperial Mandate. You have twelve hours to pack their belongings. If the carriage leaves empty, the Imperial Fleet will arrive to 'assist' with the transition. And believe me, their method of assistance involves a lot of fire." ​The Choice of a King ​"We can't win." ​Liam was pacing the war room, his eyes wild. He had already smashed a chair against the wall. "The Imperial Pack has fifty thousand warriors. They have air-ships. They have mages. If I refuse, they’ll level the Silver Moon to the ground just to make a point."

Mottled gray, black, and white, if they stood stationary, someone who knew no better would mistake them for massive statues chiseled out of a mountainside. But of course, everyone in the Imperial City could recognize them at a glance. Even the ones who lived out in the farthest rings of the grand Imperium would know what they were the first time they ever encountered one. The dozen stone golems that guarded each gate of the palace, two to a gate, one on either side, were legendary. If the dragons and the Premier Guard symbolized the power of the Empire, then the gate guards symbolized its stalwart sturdiness, its immovable determination.

Woo! Darryl took a deep breath and slowly said, "We're at the Sealed Fiend Mountain, many fiend race warriors have died here. The aura here is extremely hostile. Mixing the aura with the Immortals Trap Formation, it should be able to hold him in…" However, before he could finish his sentence, Emperor Aurelias screeched loudly. A burst of energy exploded from him, slamming onto the Immortals Trap Formation. Slam! With a loud rumble, Emperor Aurelias destroyed a few stone pillars. The formation's powers were instantly weakened. Taking this opportunity, Emperor Aurelias broke free from the formation.

It kept growing until it covered us too, the planets remaining , and soon, the entire system was covered by the red orb. “Descend, spawn of Chaos!” Kaymaer roared and all at once, hundreds of millions of harbingers started coming out of the sides of the orb. They ranged from massive behemoths, that made planets look like basketballs, to human sized creatures that scampered towards anything alive, and mostly towards X. I picked up my staff, ready to battle again, since my wounds were healed. I needed to protect Míriel and Zeus as long as I could.

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.