Necron Overlord 40k Novels & Stories

Then, I turned around. I saw him standing with a deadpan and impassive expression on his face in the periphery, out of my cloak, and a few meters away. I had a glance-over with the beast, his face unreadable, fire cracks on his face were that of neon crimson fire, his eyes extraterrestrial grey. It looked like he was trying to dig a hole in my head with his gaze. I lost my focus for a second. This caused the ebbing of the strength of my cloak, and that was enough for Marcellus to use it to penetrate my protective field with necromancy. My lilac shield started to break and crack under the force of his black magic. The swirling dust of his necromancy mixed with neon blue electric zaps encircle

He closed his eyes and pronounced barely audibly, “My victory is bitter when you’re angry, little one. But I won’t yield.” The necromancer pursed his lips and concentrated. He kept stroking his fingers over the lacquered surface of the wooden armrest. “The time has come,” he whispered. Visions of the possible future appeared before his eyes. It was the future he planned to construct now, as he had hundreds of years ago. Hills flooded with the blood of his enemies, the Dark storming over the continent, submissive and obedient to him. And hordes of the undead ready to conquer new cities. Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity.

Bodies, mangled and maimed, lied everywhere with the surrounding buildings reduced to their blackened foundations, seething with fumes. Lead by a band of Elders of the Nirvana Realm, the remaining forces of the Corpse Refinery – many of them students and acolytes of the Nascent Soul and Core Forming Realms – controlled their Corpse Puppets to repel their enemies. Tendrils of foul evil Qi swirled lazily around the rotting flesh of the century-old mannequins as they fought. Even in the daylight, their obsidian eyes looked like a deep, bottomless abyss of death and despair as they struck down one enemy after another with deadly efficacy that no ordinary mages of the Orthodox Path stood any chan

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms. The words came out in a low, jagged rasp, each one heavier than the last. "A force on par with the celestial realm. The maker of the mutated hybrids that terrorised our realm... and the human realm. The dark overlord." The weight of those words seemed to settle over the room, thickening the air, and I could feel my chest tightening as if the mere mention of that name might bring terror to it.

If anything, it adds to his legend—this is the son of a fucking Wolf God. I’ve always known how to pick my battles, and Creed Volkov is not someone you want to mess with unless you’re looking for a world of hurt. I meet him halfway across the clearing, extending my hand. Creed grips it firmly, his pale blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the surroundings. “Nero,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “So you’ve got a hell of a mess on your hands.” I nod, matching his tone. “Yeah, you could say that. Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

It felt like he was being locked on by crosshairs, making it impossible to dodge the attack. “Now, let’s see how you dodge this one!” The Obsidian Turtle laughed and unleashed its killing move again “Dodge?” Andrius said indifferently, “If I can’t dodge, I’ll defeat you head-on.” A long spear appeared in Andrius’ hand, ready to kill. It was none other than the Linebreaker Overlord. As soon as that supreme-grade immortal artifact appeared, even the Obsidian Turtle’s domain retreated slightly as if sensing its might.

And yet, as Andre’s warm body pressed against mine and his cum leaked from both my holes, a terrifying truth settled deep inside me. I was starting to crave this darkness. I was starting to crave him. ---

He was a vampire elder who was over a thousand year. "She has to leave," another elder who's name was Marcus said. He was older than the three vampire elders Ington had.Ington is the name of their town. "You have no say in this," Vador said attacking Marcus with a rod. "Get off me," Marcus groaned his hands healing from the cut Vador gave him."How old are you. 200?" "I'm over 200 years," Vador spat. "Calm yourself Vador," Aleister shouted nodding at Vador literally telling him everything was going to be fine.

that was kept secret from most people and that he should never reveal it to anyone he didn't already know. He shuddered when he heard of the Four Forces of Chaos, the greatest Evil, who were constantly striving to destroy the realm of mankind. There was a god of blood, Khorne, the master of slaughter, whose followers laughed in battle and filled themselves with an endless thirst for carnage. It was the great mutant Centch who transformed his worshipers and taught them the darkest secrets of magic. Nurgle was a plague whose followers spread fire and disease to the farthest reaches of the universe. Slaanesh was a fallen god of unspeakable pleasures. He now knew enough of some of their worship