Librarian Warhammer Novels & Stories

S. ______ This book is gonna cover many issues like this! Please have patience with me. I love all of you who are still giving it a read you guys, this means a lot xx

Naomi asked. “Right now, we’re trying to rally up our alliance.” I told her. “If you didn’t know already, but it seems that Eric Moore is back out here.” “The hunter? When did he get back?” “A few days ago.” Briselle told Naomi. “It seems that Eric Moore has plans for us.” “A war?” Naomi asked me. I nodded and she sighed. “If he’s planning a war,” Naomi said. “Then, you’re going to need a lot more in this alliance of yours.”

“Xassin, the traitor, the murderer. You dare return here after what you did? I roll my eyes at the theatrics and stay silent. Zeus intervenes with his usual hearty grin. “If you’ve got complaints, You can always take it up with Lord Erebus. I’m sure he’ll love to have you over.” M'gethir swallowed. He was afraid of the Lords. Mostly because they could wipe out his empire in seconds, but also because of his inability to fool them. They were more cunning than he was, and he despised that. So he steered far from the Lords' radars, moving his empire around as much as possible. “If the lord’s say so, then I have no problem. But make sure you watch that traitor at all times” He became more busines

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

I had not known much about them, other than the few who had passed through town, none of them took interest in humans so it was rare they spoke outside of simple requests and answers. "Ours." He said, his tone cold and factual. I turned back to the pages, seeing the seal of the Tombs. An ancient library designed for knowledge and items for future generations. I looked at Gabriel, seeing the glaze of sadness echo. Vampires were immortal, Warriors of the Goddess, a gift that could not be shared. Whatever war was to come, though he said it was ours, it was not within my lifetime. I would die well before the horns of battle were sounded for this, replaced by another version of me.

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”

Eamon took a deep breath and looked around, "Have you heard of something related to two different types of people being mates like maybe a werewolf is mated to our kind or another kind, things like that? Is there a book like that here?" "Let me check my Lord", the librarian said as she went around and inspected the notebooks with her round glasses that were always on her neck, "Shelf 112 my Lord, maybe there will be something there for you". "Thank you and I don't want a word about this anywhere. I'm I understood?", Eamon gave her a very serious face for her to know that if word gets out without it getting out from him, that it would be a very serious problem. "Yes my Lord", the librarian bo

“Yes actually.” “You know, the library that was set up here in the Blackstorm's mansion was built by me and it's also under my care. I received a message that you had borrowed a book from the library yesterday. And from what I gathered its genre was werewolf folklore. What is the title again, I seem to have forgotten.” He said, while rubbing his chin as though he was trying to recall something. ‘Oh no.’ I thought inwardly. ‘I hope he doesn't confront Thalia about it.’

I’d like to see a little bad luck screw me over worse than I already am. Faded maps droop off the walls. Chipped versions of the precise little tokens everyone is pushing around on a much neater map scatter the shelves below them. I pick one up and twirl it between my fingers. A week in the library, and I’m still not sure what war they were fighting. The enemy tokens are red, but that could be a royal color or just something aggressive.