Librarian Warhammer Novels & Stories

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

He offered me more, offered me something I didn't know I needed, something I thought I no longer deserved. A home. A family. Brotherhood. The Nightmare Warriors have been my family for years. But now, I don't know if I even have them any longer. I've proven not to be trusted. This isn't the first time I have put my needs before the clubs and that goes against the number one rule of the club.

I was not going to be finished that way. I left the war room and walked the long corridor to the archive wing. It was quieter here. The archive keeper, a small woman named Sable who had served three Alphas and showed no signs of slowing, looked up from her worktable when I came in. "Alpha," she said. "The Gray bloodline," I said. "The full record. I want to know who accessed it in the last ten years." She did not look surprised. She put down her pen and moved to the back shelves without speaking. That was one of the things I valued about Sable. She did not ask questions. She did not make observations. She retrieved and she recorded and she kept her opinions entirely to herself.

“Should we prepare another wave, my lord? We can send twice their number. The Shadowforges are full” Lucian raised a hand, and the air stilled. “No. You do not drown a flame with darkness. You smother it… with absence.” The general fell silent. He’d seen Lucian’s patience before it was more terrifying than his fury. The warlord moved toward the great table in the center of the chamber, where a sprawling map lay unfurled. Across its surface, faint lights marked the positions of the surviving packs—Crescent Ridge, Ironfang, Nightclaw, and the distant Frostbloods to the north. All were potential pieces in Lyra’s fragile alliance.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

“You see Demon they are going to destroy you.” “Is that a matter of fact?” Dremis said putting his hand to his chin. “Well then I guess you should know; I am already two steps ahead of your plans. When the others get here, we shall war right?” “No,” Abey said. “I don’t want a war brought to my world.” She said shaking her head. “You have no power here.” “I do.” Dremis laughed. “You see Gabriela and I had some time together remember Abey. Maybe I planted something in her to help with my plan. Although you won’t know if I am lying or not until it’s too late.” He laughed and disappeared.

She’d adore the wide array of books here, though I don’t think she’d like the constant threat of danger. The Librarian’s that roamed the restricted section were just another facet of dark magic. Their limbs were humanoid, but longer and skinnier than normal. Their heads held actual hair, but that only served to make them more horrifying. Greasy hair hanging low, past sunken faces with gaping, contorted mouths. A sickening crunch sounded, followed by small snaps and cracks. Every time this creature moved, it’s bones grinded and clattered together.

*************************** INDEX: Tarpeia- (The Treachery of Tarpeia)- a foundational Roman myth librarius- (Secretaries/Copyists/BookKeepers)- frequently slaves or freedmen, scriba- (Public Clerks/Notaries)- they held a recognized place within the state administration

Unlacing my mages robes as my gaze focused on the steaming metal tub before the fire. I couldn't wait to sink in and ease my aching muscles. Hawk was always harder on me than anyone. And every time he was close enough he whispered near my ear. "I'll be inside you soon, Mary Mage..." I'd growl at him and misfire with my staff, misplace potions and lose my spell book. All of which was causing Warlord to lose patience with me. "Deal with her!" Warlord had finally said. Hawk had grinned as he marched over to me while I hurriedly mixed a potion which would cause an explosion when tossed at an enemy.

There was a silver port at the base of her neck, pulsing with a faint blue light. "Subject: Librarian-Echo," Julian announced to the sky. "Role: The 'Traitorous Mentor.'" The Librarian-Echo looked at me. Her voice was flat, mechanical, and devoid of the warmth I remembered. "Kaima. Your 'World-Building' was a violation of the 'Terms of Service.' You have accumulated a 'Debt' of 500,000 Narrative Credits. Please surrender the remains of the 'Master-Key' for liquidation."