Imperial Bastion Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

"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—”

Please don't be dead please don't be dead just keeps running though my mind. When all of a sudden there is a dust cloud from the wall Asher has just smashed through as he runs towards the creature that just hit him. Releaf floods through me. "OK ladies our turn. Concentrate on creating a fire storm, build up the heat as much as we can and burn these bastards." They all nod in agreement. "Water witches, wrap water around the vines to stop the fire from breaking them and releasing the beasts." They all prepare themselves. "NOW" I shout

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

To be a fortress, a system of allies rather than a web of personal connections. When the head of his father’s security detail sat him down that night and told him, in no uncertain terms, that the fatal car crash that supposedly killed his parents had been staged, he didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. It was the natural way for them to go. With assassin’s bullets in their skulls. If whoever killed them had expected the empire to crumble, though, they were woefully mistaken. There was absolutely nothing that could shake the company’s foundations, not while he was alive. He would never disappoint his father and mother, not even in death.

“We’re not helpless, Bain. This house is a fortress. You’ve made sure of that. Let Petrov and Sokolov reinforce it while you take the fight to her. I’m not asking you to stay. I’m asking you to come back.” Her voice was steady, unwavering. Strong. And something in Bain settled. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. “I will always come back to you.” — Later that evening, Bain stood in the war room with Viktor and a map of the city spread out before them. Pins marked each safe zone, supply line, and known ally. A section of the city had been scorched out—one of his oldest markets, now ash and memory. “She’s moving fast,” Viktor said. “Too fast.”

Cole himself stood in the doorway, flanked by three heavyset men in black uniforms, enforcers for the council. Even if the matching armbands hadn’t given them away, the callous expressions would have. Shit. Definitely not the kind of excuse I’d had in mind. “What do you want with my mate?” Davorin demanded, stepping forward until his broad shoulders blocked me from their view. His voice had that Alpha edge to it, sharp, dangerous. The dark-haired enforcer in front, a jagged scar running the length of his forearm, jerked his chin toward me. “This is Council business. Step aside.”

A beastman barely out of his teens, he had clawed his way to the pinnacle of military command, a testament to his ruthless ambition and undeniable skill. These two monsters, sent as the vanguard of the Beast Kingdom's invasion, were a grim portent of the Empire's fate. Lance couldn't shake the feeling that the Empire was facing an insurmountable foe, a tide of darkness threatening to engulf them. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that victory would be a pyrrhic one, a triumph bought with the blood of countless innocents.

I can’t explain why I felt pity for him. ''Are you ready to sacrifice the lives of your brothers so you can go to the kingdom?'' I asked Maximus. ''Yes, I will do everything that is written inside that book, I want to see my father again,'' Maximus replied. We talk about his mission, other than seeking justice for his father's death, he is willing to do what is written in the book of immortality, which is that they must die in the present time and be resurrected in the kingdom of Prophis, a place where werewolf and the vampire are existing, and attains immortality.

The ruined gates of the Southern bastion smoked with the toxic, violet static of the Eclipse. The three thousand Lycan warriors did not wait for the dust to clear or the rubble to settle. They poured through the shattered stone archway like an unleashed plague of fangs, muscle, and starlight, their bloodthirsty battle cries tearing through the pristine white-stone courtyard. Armored dire-wolves leaped over the smoking debris, their massive jaws snapping shut on the polished silver armor of the retreating Peacekeepers. The proud, pristine bastion that had stood for centuries as a symbol of Southern dominance was transformed into a slaughterhouse in a matter of heartbeats.

“ First, I want to acknowledge General Edward for being a good leader. I have learnt so much from you and I hope to keep learning more." General Edward stood up for recognition. Murmurs of approval erupted through the hall. He was a very respectable man. He had fought alongside two generations of kings to preserve the borders of Bolivia. He sat down sending a greatful smile to the royal family. Alpha Rudieloff continued."There have been minor disturbances especially across the battle valley near the Tozon forest, nothing alarming, but readiness is essential. We have therefore reinforced the eastern ridge. The rogue activity has dropped by half. The younger wolves, We have decided to raise an