Librarian Warhammer Novels & Stories

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

That means Anita was in the shipyard. A blinding light appeared and covered everyone’s vision. Two men stood in the middle of the battlefield. The two men were Stefano, the High Lord of the Daemons Council, and his companion, Clavier Hubert. Stefano raised his arm to match his chest before another blinding light appeared. The berserk werewolves whimpered before dropping to the ground one by one.

Mj looked around as Dante moved further into the room and turned a few lights on, revealing Azreal’s vast but private library. Mj shook her head as that strange sense of Déjà vu crept up her spine, and she turned in a circle as Dante ascended the enormous book stuffed shelves like a spider monkey. “I’m positive the Alpha would prefer you use a ladder,” she tried to say in a serious tone, but kicked herself mentally as her voice came out almost giddy and sharp. Dante swung from shelf to shelf, up and across the enormous rows of books before he pulled a few and whistled down at Mj, “better not let them hit the floor assassin,” he mused as he dropped each book at a different interval, causing M

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

"And you will have them. It's no easy feat to cross the divide between our worlds. It takes time and preparation." What the hell was Nathan up to? He couldn't mean to bring the war-band over to our world, could he? That would expose us all; the witches, the necromancers to the regular humans. It would be a nightmare at best, and an all-out war at worst. "My warriors grow agitated. They may be to me, but they will wait only so long." "It won't be much longer. Now, once I've found a summoner to use, you'll have your price."

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!"

“Chronological by acquisition? It’s barbaric.” Grimvar, the library’s master and a demon of considerable antiquity, looked up from a ledger bound in what was unmistakably pale, stretched skin. His form was massive, built of shadow and corded muscle, with horns that swept back from his brow like a crown of obsidian. His eyes, the colour of smouldering embers, held no annoyance, only a deep, amused curiosity. “It has a certain chaotic charm,” he rumbled, the sound vibrating through the floor. “And it has kept lesser beings from finding what they should not. Until now. The Council felt my charm was becoming a security risk.”

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.