Necron Overlord 40k Novels & Stories

“How many more remain? How many Old Blood still hide beneath the ruins?” Ekreth’s gaze shifted toward the distant horizon, as if seeing things far beyond mortal sight. “Few who can still stand. Fewer who will choose to. Some have grown… feral. Twisted. Broken by centuries of hiding while the gods ruled unchecked. But there are still those who remember the first oaths.” “We’ll need them all,” Nyxar said darkly. “When the gods turn on each other, this world will burn. We’ll need more than soldiers and steel.”

After hearing the leader's command, they immediately charged toward Lucas. Fanny looked at the four elders, who were charging in, terrified, and quickly looked at Lucas, only to realize that his face remained composed as if he did not see anything. "Come out, Apocalyptic Legion." Lucas unleashed the Apocalyptic Legion from System Space. Roar! The 10 Earth King Ranked Zombies of Apocalyptic Legion appeared before Lucas. The four elders of Aqua Nimbus Organization saw the Apocalyptic Legion appear and had their footsteps come to a halt. Their faces were all plastered with astonishment because they could not understand how the Apocalyptic Legion showed up.

"It'll show how strong you've become, don't you think?" He's making it sound like a question, but it's not, not when it comes to him, he hands me the tablet and I groan, not wanting to take it. I've only just got my wolf back after the last dose. "I'm doing this for you, Abaddon. To make you stronger. You need to practice with it, so you're not disadvantaged if the enemy uses it on you in battle." He places the tablet beside my plate, waiting while I pick it up and quickly swallow it down. "Good. I'm on patrol tonight, I'll see you in the morning."

Beside her, Kevin, her loyal ally, radiated a sinister aura, his features twisted with anticipation. The night air crackled with dark energy as the necromancer's footsteps echoed through the desolate landscape. Behind them, the sound of dragging limbs and hollow moans reverberated, a chilling symphony of death. Selena's army comprised of skeletal warriors, reanimated corpses, and nightmarish creatures, all under her command. Kevin glanced at Selena, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Alpha Caleb's kingdom will fall before the might of our forces," he whispered, his voice laced with malevolence. "The fear we will unleash upon them will be their undoing."

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

I asked, since I hadn’t kept track after the last one died. “The Alpha of all Alphas, Alexios Vassalic of the Retezat Ridge Guardians, Transylvania. He’s hard to convince and helps only those who seriously need him,” said Stavros. I had heard of the arrogant asshole before! I would rather fight the enemy than waste my time begging him for help. “No, thanks. I would prefer to hunt for my niece instead of wasting my time convincing an over-confident, egocentric asshole!” Orion chuckled and walked into the trailer. There wasn’t anything to indicate their whereabouts.

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L

My Gammas stopped, their horses snorting and pawing at the ground, sensing the bloodlust in the air. Across the field, I saw him. The Overlord, standing on a ledge slightly higher than the ground on which we now stood, like a god of death. He was a coward, sending soldiers to fight his battles. His armor gleamed black as night, his face hidden behind a helmet adorned with jagged spikes. He was larger than life, a figure from nightmares made real. My blood boiled at the sight of him, rage clawing at my insides. We would leave this ground bloody and with his head in my hands.

“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.