The Warp 40k Novels & Stories

“Sounds like someone really wanted to name it WARG. What does it represent?” “Have you been living inside a cave or something your whole life?” April threw up her hands. “The blood wars,” she said as if explaining things to a child. Again. “Was so devastating—so destructive that even the warmongers began to fear it. To stop such destruction 10 individuals of different factions came together to sign a treaty, creating a new world government what is now known as the WARG. These individuals were to be the first Vedic Knights. Currently out of 10 empires, Kingdom or whatever, seven of them is a member of WARG.”

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

Hearing this, Autumn was startled and said, “If you buy a few at once, I can sell them to you for two million each.” Philip said, “Okay, give me five.” “Any heavy artillery warcraft? Recommend one or two to me.” Hearing Philip's request, Autumn's eyes lit up. Heavy artillery warcraft was beyond compare in terms of price, so she quickly said, “The most powerful warcraft with heavy artillery is the Garuda warcraft, also known as the Sky Gunship. The Garuda warcraft has a total of 24 main energy cannons and 48 secondary energy cannons. It's the absolute overlord of the sky!

Carriers: 12 Battleships: 23 Cruisers: 90 Destroyers: 307 Frigates: 554 Fighters: 1005 Mecha: 1468 Drones: 2497 Turrets: 1545 - Imperial Invaders (fleeing) Devastators: 0 Carriers: 3 Battleships: 0 Cruisers: 17 Destroyers: 78 Frigates: 223 Fighters: 317 Mecha: 375 Drones: 406 - Federation Invaders Devastators: 6 Carriers: 10 Battleships: 27 Cruisers: 112 Destroyers: 252 Frigates: 433 Fighters: 1338 Mecha: 1505 Drones: 2971 - Temple of Discord Devastators: 5 Carriers: 13 Battleships: 21 Cruisers: 113 Destroyers: 244

Something slower, more dangerous. His heart struck once, hard enough to feel like an impact against his ribs, then again, and then it steadied into something slower and far more dangerous. Around him, the war still raged in luminous violence. The Nether Spire stood grotesque and towering at the rear of Arkael’s formation. Malachar drove himself into the gap with relentless force, wings battered but unyielding. Arkael and Dravenor continued their advance with Emberthread precision and brute Emberfire power. Nothing on the battlefield had paused.

Dante said, being cut off again. “He wants a war.” Rosie said next to her. “He wants to take control of all packs and be king with his army of - “Abominations.” Matt burleted out a word. “”No that won't work…” Matt said thinking out loud. “Werewolves X…no that makes them sound cooler than us.” Matt muttered to himself. “Whatever. We're going to war.” Dante blurted, being frustrated. “Wow…”Nora said out loud, looking at them.

Warren raised his fists, "I guess we'll find out then. If Giichi wants to scrap, I am more than happy to give him one," "Eidolon in phylacteries are easier to control, but they are not as powerful as a bonded. I am confident we will be the victors." The armored man griffin aura appeared and wrapped around Warren's body. "Don't make me do this, kid," Cyrus warned, "I like you, and I don't have any problems putting you out for the count," The tengu aura erupted from the tiny bottle and surrounded Cyrus. "If I win, you fall in line. If you win, you get to leave," Warren offered.

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

The last ritual has to take place we need Keira in this. Everyone turned to listen to him. "Warriors line up." They all form lines mixed of wolves and elves. I then speak up. "Witches, pick two warriors try protect them." Witches then joined the line and stood behind their warriors. I stood behind Nico and Arizer. "What do you think your doing" Nico says at the same time Arizer says "Hell no." "Shut up the pair of you, do you think I am going to let you go into battle with no one behind you.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.