The Warp Warhammer Novels & Stories

The heavy cable attached to the harpoon begins to retract violently, dragging a massive, heavily armored iron war-carriage right through our defensive gates. The iron-plated wheels grind against the stone floor with a screeching metallic wail, crushing the remains of the wooden barricades as if they were made of dry twigs. Sparks shower into the air from the friction, illuminating the grotesque, spiked hull of the war-carriage and the jagged runes carved into its side that channel raw, synthetic dark magic.

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

“That shadow’s bleeding. You built your monster on stolen empathy. And we just rewrote the rules.” Mara's face darkened. “Then we end this. One last fork. One last truth.” The chamber began to shake. The pods lit up. And the real war began.

“We never left. You think you won? Armed forces were unnecessary in the actual war. He laughed then bit down. A crunch. Poison. He had already departed before I could stop. My mind wandered, unencumbered by the pain of not having to worry about what peace brought. I was met by Seraphina at the gates upon my return to camp. “Well?” she asked. “They're already here.” We went back into the war chamber.? The traitor's emblem was tossed onto the table by me. They've integrated into our group. This was not just a war. The game is now played with the aim of creating shadows. The darkness shone through her face. "At this point, we are able to see in the dark.". We stared at each other. Not as mates.

THE WAR The world had shaken under the claws of two strong packs : The Harttman and Blackthorn, this was long before Eve saw the world for the very first time, long before Malik or Astrid, long before Dorian’s father became Alpha. No one paid it any attention when it first started, it was a whisper at first, then slowly it became a feud, it was just small and petty Then it became a war for territory, a battle for rights of hunt line then the issue of a single violated border.

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

“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.

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

The page she’s opened to has a title scrawled in ink that glimmers with remnants of ancient wards: THE WHISPER WAR: A Forgotten History of Windborne's Fall. My chest tightens. The name Windborne has been appearing too often lately—in whispers, in scrolls, in dreams and Elen is literally one too. I begin to read aloud. "The Whisper War was the final and most devastating battle in the Age of Splintering. A sentient force, born from the Veil’s deepest tear, rose through the winds, infecting magic-users with madness and despair..." I pause. The ink ripples like it’s alive. I blink and it stills.

My friends stared at me, as they weren’t used to this new Phia, but I continued, “The second horseman never left, and he marked me. He’s the power behind the New Supernatural Government. The conflicts between the different species were stirred by him. It’s a long story. I thank you, but I can’t go with you. Not anymore. My place is with Jason, and his vampires aren’t your enemy. Our true enemy is the god of war, who calls himself Sues or Warren.” “Go,” Jason told my friends, “before any other shifters see you with us. We’ll head to our fortress to prepare for war.” He looked grim but determined. I’d eavesdropped on his meetings. His warriors had reported that his army was coming from Europe,