St Celestine Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

-adds pointing out my window. I turn around and see a very tall building, made of dark glass and with two doormen at the door. My face lights up with a smile as I look up. The cab parks and Azael gets out first to open my door, which makes me smile like a fool. We both walked to the entrance and entered through the automatic doors.

he said caressing the tip of her hair. "Who are you?" Finesia asked and slapped his hand away from her hair. The unknown man grinned and when their eyes met, a vision of a raindrops suddenly appeared on her eyes, an everlasting raindrops. "I am the God of war they say but never did I became bad, I'm as good as the Sun, but I am neither kind when it comes to my interests. I am the Son of Ephelitius and I am your brother, Finesia." The raindrops stopped and it was eaten by a light. A light means truth, that's what her vision says.

"What about Guntur?" "That's the interesting part. Guntur is the oldest of the three and when their father died, Guntur took over the throne, but he had a different view. Guntur wanted to get the Lestari out of the illegal businesses, but too much was up to them, so Guntur started a war with other families and people started dying, one killing the other in traps and armed encounters." "I think I remember that. I knew people who knew people involved. And your uncle was in a gunfight too, wasn't he?"

The silver and azure geometric forms glitched, turning a corrupted, sickly black. The heavy, titanium-reinforced doors of the sanctum didn't open; they were physically incinerated. Scarlett walked through the gap, her dark hair drifting in the residual cosmic energy, her starlight brush spinning gracefully in her hand. Behind her, Caleb strode in his Sovereign Wolf form—a colossal, silver-black beast with fangs dripping anti-matter and eyes burning with the raw, chaotic power of a fully awakened star. He let out a low, guttural snarl that caused the very foundation of The Nexus to tremble.

Afterwards, he ripped her heart out and threw it at Cedric’s feet. Cedric, heartbroken and wanting revenge, began to open a dark portal. My brother set his Blood Dwellers onto him, slowing down the opening of the portal, and I used my powers to slow my brother’s movements which in turn slowed the Blood Dwellers down. Soren kept grabbing Blood Dwellers attacking Cedric and throwing them far into the distance, but they would vanish in thin air and reappear. The same would happen when he punched them. Again, they would disappear and reappear.

"Does it hurt huh? It's not even as half of what Osvaldo felt before he die, so fucking bear with it." Celestine's blood gradually boils to the extent that she unconsciously clenches her hands into fists and her eyebrows are starting to meet. In her eyesight, everything is in the shade of black and red. It was slowly engulfing her system that the moment she stood up from the sand, she's no longer herself anymore.

“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.

Celestial Wolf. I rock back and stare at the image rippling in blood. "She's legendary." Celestial Wolves appear once in a generation, maybe. Myth made flesh, power incarnate. The last existed three hundred years ago and started the war that led to the Burning. And now another has awakened in the form of my brother's daughter. My niece. Marcus was my younger brother, two years apart, stronger and kinder and everything our father wanted in an heir. So I killed him and took what should have been his.

LADY JANE (whispering): “Make him. Remind him of the softness of your touch, the elegance of your voice. Steal his breath with every look. She has his heart? Then steal his body. Once that bond is made—a child, perhaps—the Council will no longer entertain objections.” Celestine shuddered. “A child…” LADY JANE (darkly): “If you must endure it to secure your place, then do so. This is not a love story, Celestine. This is a war. And you were bred to win it.” The room fell into a heavy silence. Celestine turned back to the mirror and stared at her reflection once more. No. She would not be humiliated. Let Lysandra keep her soft smiles and hidden strength.