Ork 40k Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

“What do I do with it? “The instructions say to put it back in the deck. That meant having to look down, and when she did, her gaze focused on the erection his pants were wearing. That meant having to look down, and when she did, her gaze focused on the erection his pants were wearing. social of him could not hide. She turned red again. — It's your turn to roll the dice. He rolled a four. His black cupid landed on a square with the suit of spades and he took a letter, which said: "What is the thing you want most in the world?". It's not that she was sitting

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

I will not let her bravery go unrecognized. I stand up, facing the horde of wisps. My eyes glow with a fiery light, and I let out a roar that shakes the very earth. The wisps turn to me, their malicious laughter turning to fear. They know they've messed with the wrong vampire. I charge forward, slashing and biting at the wisps with all my might. They try to swarm me, but I am too fast, too strong. I will not let them win. Through the chaos of battle, I see a glimmer of gold on the ground. The Golden Coin. The object of our quest.

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

“Out of the twenty-four soldiers, there are two left. Narset and Togin. Then there were Forty-eight settles. As is tradition for orcs in their colonization, we double our citizens pending on how many soldiers we have. I am the last engineer out of sixteen. Fay, my wife, is a Gardner with basic arcane abilities and Isoa, her sister is a diplomat who was meant to mayor the land we would have colonized.” Catarina bows her head to the orc out of respect for his loss. “I’m sorry you lost so much.” She manages to say before following him back to the door. He looks at her and nods. “It is okay. Its fate. You arrived just as we were running out of water.” Quickly, he opens the door that led to the e

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

They were death among life. Sunken eyes, rotting flesh, armor made of dragon hide. Death didn’t hide the fact they were generals. High-ranking ones from wars long gone. She understood, or at least guessed, at how they got the name. It was nightmarish to behold. Shivers shook her frame, dotting her flesh with goosebumps. Their mere presence triggered images of dark deeds, inflicting paralyzing fear. Evrah shook herself free of it, but she didn’t know how long she had been frozen in place. She dropped to her knees, checking the scene before she made her move.

He couldn’t sign the lease on his own until he was eighteen, but Barb had made arrangements so that he would be able to move in the same day, preventing him from being homeless for a few days. I was excited for him. It was difficult for orphans to find a place of their own in our area once they aged out. Most of them left the area in search of other relatives to help them out. A handful ended up in the local homeless shelter. None of them had the added complication of being a werewolf with Alpha blood, though.

He looks at me curiously, tension leaving his body. "My name is Talon. I am the Alpha of Alphas, King Alpha as most call me. This is my pack." "Pack? Pack of what? I've never seen these forests before. What part of the world am I in? And again who are you people? You smell strange! Why am I here?!" I start to smell fear, realizing it's my own as I feel myself loosing control of my emotions. All of this is too new. Too strange. Since I awoke 2 months ago I had just been running, lost, confused. I had awoke in a forest I had never seen before, awakning to the sound of men shouting, my instincts pulling me to my feet faster than my sleep filled mind.