Space Marine 2 Emperor Novels & Stories

“If you have a better way to reach your precious siphons, now would be the time to share it. Or does the Emperor prefer to watch his empire sink from the safety of his airship?” ​“The Emperor is a man of vision, King Cassian,” Lin replied, his eyes narrowing. “He suggests a compromise. We use the Western engines to provide the physical thrust, but we use the Jade Siphons to create a vacuum in front of the ships. We do not sail through the water. We sail through a pocket of reality created by the East. It is faster than the sea and safer than the Web.” ​“A vacuum of reality,” Elara whispered, her eyes widening behind her goggles. “You are talking about a slipstream. It would require an immens

"They’re safe. Everyone is safe." She looked out the small porthole at the horizon. The sun was beginning to rise, a pale, cold sliver of light. She was the Empress of the Phoenix, the savior of ten thousand lives, and the loneliest woman on Earth. But then, a sound. A rhythmic, heavy thumping. A Caspian Group heavy-lift helicopter descended through the clouds, its searchlights scanning the water. And trailing behind it, emerging from the depths fifty yards away, was a second, smaller emergency buoy—a high-pressure "life-bead" used only by deep-sea divers.

"Every time I think we've found solid ground, something shifts underneath it again. I don't know how much more of this either of us can absorb before Thursday actually arrives." "We absorb whatever we need to," George said, reaching for my hand across the console. "One piece at a time. That's how we've survived every other version of this fight. I don't see any reason tonight should be different." I nodded, drawing whatever strength I could from the steadiness in his voice, and we finally headed back inside together, the porch light glowing warm against the dark, both of us bracing for whatever the coming hours would demand of us next.

Monster Emperor Shentia cried out as he kept staring at it intently. "Such killing intent coming out from it. It's so... strong." Monster Emperor Taras said without taking his eyes off the sky. A big spatial crack could be seen in the sky. The strong killing intent was coming out from it and slowly increasing. Soon two hands could be seen emerging from the spatial crack and grabbing onto both sides of the spatial cracks and forcing the gap to widen from the inside. Soon this spatial crack was over a meter wide. Someone stepped out from this spatial crack. It was a boy who looked to be around 12 years old having dark hair and beautiful golden eyes making him a beautiful sight to behold.

ENEMIES: Void Marauders. REWARD: 40,000 Credits (Split 3 ways). "Space?" Tank whistled. "I need to equip my mag-boots. I hate floating." "Void Marauders have hijacked a communications satellite," Ren explained the lore, reading the text the Admin provided. "They are using it to broadcast hate speech and jam emergency frequencies across the sector. We need to blow the main dish and silence the signal." Jinx stood up. She checked her weapons—twin plasma pistols. She didn't argue. She didn't ask questions about the lore.

The ocean above the Whitmore Deep Facility churned violently. On the central radar screen, the submarine signal continued rising. Victor stood at the command console, watching the sonar display carefully. “It’s definitely approaching the platform.” Emma crossed her arms nervously. “How big is it?” Victor zoomed the radar. “Military class.” Daniel whistled quietly. “That’s not something you borrow from a marina.” Elizabeth hadn’t moved since the AI announced the incoming vessel. Her eyes were fixed on the screen.

Mara’s teams worked frantically to shore up the support beams with quick-set foam and ironwood braces. ​Then, the response came. ​It wasn't a voice. It was a Burst of Light. ​From the dark side of the moon, a single, massive ship detached itself from the main blockade. It didn't look like the Sterling monoliths. It was covered in salvaged hulls, mismatched thrusters, and—impossibly—patches of glowing green moss. ​The Exhale Flagship: The Respiration. ​The Price of the Signal ​As the Respiration began its descent, the two remaining Consolidators turned their weapons toward the newcomer. A space-battle erupted in the upper atmosphere, lighting the sky in shades of violent purple and gold.