Tzeentch Champions Novels & Stories

Gasps and whispers rippled through the onlookers as they watched in shock. Elder Magnus stepped forward, his eyes wide with surprise. He extended his hand toward Constantine, who remained standing, her eyes glowing with an intensity I had never seen before. "We have a winner," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. The crowd erupted into cheers, celebrating the new Supreme Sorcerer. I lay on the ground, a profound sense of defeat washing over me. I had given my all, and yet, something inexplicable had occurred during the ritual. It was as if the very forces of magic had chosen Constantine over me.

Hei Zong yelled as loud as thunder. "As if the ancient ruins belonged only to you," scoffed Chu Xun. The Zombie champions snorted and wheeled around to face Chu Xun. The rest of the Lost Races champions formed up to join him. Six champions, standing shoulder to shoulder with each other and the tension from their collective presence was so great as if the air had frozen. Swoosh! Swoosh! Gao Mohan and the other human champions had come and they stood abreast with Chu Xun in a line.

Demeter laughed. “What are those creatures?” Layla asked, and everyone’s attention turned to her, but she didn’t care. Her gaze was pinned firmly on the woman. “Those creatures are called Zenzens. The balance of this world is tilting and distorting because of the rebels’ rebellion against the order our great deities have given us. The Zenzens are the products of this distortion. For now, we’ve managed to trap the majority of them in a place called Tophet to keep this world safe.” Demeter explained, dropping the tea cup on the table, and though her face was calm and gentle, she met Layla’s silver eyes with her cold ones.

Dante nodded with a smile, "Yeah, that's it. Jeez!" Usually, it has been any chair that looked grand and pricey that the champion to be enthroned sat on. But today they brought out this throne. Not that it was as good as that of the top 50 Alpha kings but it was something never brought out. This showed how much the officials of this contest didn't want to piss off the Olmpha behind Zehelina. Now that the throne was set in place, what was left was Zehelina's arrival.

Aside from the gray-robed figure who was Ether Lord rank eight, the Alliance also had a Ether Lord rank five—Zeke Zangief, junior chief of the Alliance. Unlike his fellow representatives, he was scowling as he watched Caleb leap on stage, growling at them, "Don't underestimate him!" Then, turning toward the gray-robed figure, he asked, "What do you think, Lady Newar? Can you win?" Tia Newar, however, coolly replied, "He's dangerous."

said Athes to the Tesla chairman who again told him his goal to gather the Zeon fighters here. "Well I will continue the reason for me and Master Triniti to gather you again. The second one is that you all get a mission to go to the eastern and western continents as well as Samuel and Liem later when they finish determining who is the strongest in the final later" said Chairman Tesla who returned continued his words

“Then help me protect my citizens of my kingdom cleanse the neighbouring city. It has become a haven for creatures and evil spirits. They are attracted to it. Then they lurk in the forest, along the paths. They attack the travellers and the attacks here are now nightly. With my mage gone for days the people are scared. I have asked my neighbouring cities for help but it has been slow coming. They are all suffering the same.” “Lord Fuller, the answer is to do the ritual properly! Make the loss of your mage be the reason. Appoint a Lord, Find another mage, present the artifact and beg the guardian for forgiveness. There has to be balance for things to improve.” “It cannot be done. I don’t have

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

But why was his annoyance similar to how he treated Chancellor Percy? Wait, hold on... Minerva stiffened and looked at her father. Seriously? For real? Chancellor Percy was the most trusted aide of her Uncle Khalil, the Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was known as the strongest Great Swordmaster. His daughter, Brigitte Montmorency, even followed in his footsteps as the valiant swordmaster of Toen. Chancellor Percy had been with Uncle Khalil since he was a prince, and he was still with him now that he was Emperor of the Toen Empire. He was respected by many, despite being a slave commoner.

At the red line my people had drawn, all its swaps and dead zones, ending at a gray rectangle by the freight tracks where the woman who'd wanted one normal afternoon was tied up and waiting on a man who'd shaken my hand every morning for nine years. "Eight o'clock is his clock," I said. "We're not going to be on his clock." "You're thinking a breach," Darius said. "I'm thinking we go in before he's finished setting up. From the side he thinks is blind, because Vance told him it's blind. Using the exact hole in the net Vance is so proud of. And we take his queen off the board before he even knows the game started." I was already pulling the tactical case toward me, checking a load with hands