Librarian Warhammer Novels & Stories

Though he remained still, I could see madness and the flames of revenge burning in his eyes. Lucian paused, his lips trembling, then continued, "Furthermore, he bestowed unchecked power to his son Lycidas, allowing him to create a slave market in Mediland, where rogues and captured werewolves were traded like commodities. This despicable enterprise has left scars on our world that may never heal." I looked around and saw soldiers closing in on me from all directions. I immediately turned to Jorah and said, "Walk slowly away from me right now. Do it slowly and casually."

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Across the rubble-strewn wall, Varrow stepped forward through the mist. The warlord’s armour gleamed like obsidian oil, runes glowing faintly red across its black plates. The crown wrought into his helm was jagged, wrong, a set of barbs curving like broken teeth around his skull. His presence pressed against the air itself; the mist bent away from him, curling back like smoke recoiling from flame. The Guild did not move. The beasts did not move. Even the warlocks below stood still, hands half-raised, waiting.

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

Lars didn't feel like receiving another 'sorry' either way, so he didn't press on. In the lower area of Librarium, a spherical mechanism was erected on the center. It was a complex magitech structure riddled of revolving gears, and its inside was glowing in same lilac color as the force field that shrouded Librarium. It was guarded by several members of Alliance that greeted Lars and Rachelia as they passed them by.

Liam said icily. Prince Faber endured the agonizing pain and looked up at Liam. He sneered and said, "You shouldn't have been in my way, Liam. You're the former commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors. You would only steal my thunder. "I want to be the commander of all five major war zones and become the second Great General of the Army our country ever has. Therefore, I have to get rid of you!"

The wizard and Owen were searching the library looking for the first magic book of dragon Kingdom and suddenly Zudan noticed that one of the librarians took a book and hide it under his clothe. Zudan move closer to him and asked the librarian to show him the book he hides right now, the librarian beg wizard Zudan to forgive him and said it was a lady that asked him to hide it. Zudan asked who was that lady but the librarian man said if he says it the person will kill him then Zudan knew that it was Lame but something looks suspicious about the librarian as if he was hiding something apart from what he said.

I gripped the scroll tighter, whispering the one line that wouldn’t leave my mind: “Subject’s presence will activate the dormant faction—The Thirteenth Howl.” I had never heard of it. Not in healer lore. Not in soldier briefings. But something about that phrase… The Thirteenth Howl… it sounded old. Cursed. I needed answers. And I knew only one place in this camp had that kind of hidden knowledge. The war library. Guarded. Forbidden. But full of the ancient scrolls from the previous wars. If Leo wouldn't talk—I’d find out myself. (Ignas’ POV) By the time we returned to the edge of camp, Leo was pale and sweating.

She suddenly looked up, straight toward the window and instinct pulled me behind the stone column before she could see me. Ridiculous. I was hiding in my own mansion. After several seconds, I heard her chair scrape softly across the floor then nothing and when I looked again she was gone and only the books remained. I waited another minute before entering. The librarian looked up. “Alpha.” “The Lady?” “She returned the books.” “What books?” He pointed toward the cart and I picked up the top volume. ‘Ancient Royal Bloodlines.’ The second. ‘Lost Houses of the Northern Kingdom.’ The third.

"He can't be a Lord of War!" Theodore Chivers, the leader of the North Sahra Iron Gang and aide to the Weiss family, was also there. His palms churned with inner strength as he stared viciously into Alexander's eyes. "There are only five Lords of War in Wyverna, and each was unapproachable. We're not so unlucky to have encountered one here! "As long as he's not a Lord of War, the Sea of Humans technique is unconquerable. Let's strike together; we will wear him down!"