Tzeentch Champions Novels & Stories

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.

The system was this way to make people compete to be the strongest, and the harder they worked, the more crystals they delivered for the Bree family, their leader. Linda just wondered why Lucy had suddenly left her team and now came to this almost useless faction, letting someone else be the leader. “What kind of beasts?” Lucy asked curiously. “It’s a Champion-level beast…” Linda replied. At that point, Evan couldn’t help but gulp as his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He couldn’t believe they would now be joining a faction that tried to take on a Champion-tier beast. They were said to be relentless and had exceptional physical and elemental power. They could kill skilled warriors w

All knew this was a sign that the creature they sought was the Eighth returned. The Ancients were in unanimous agreement that a champion was essential to seek out and defeat the lurking dark entity. Among the ranks of the Fae, many were endowed with great strength and intellect, yet only a select few embodied the untamed spirit and keen wit necessary to track down this elusive shadow. They resolved to embark on a quest to find this exceptional being, one who would receive the bestowed powers essential for triumphing over their adversary. With this victory, their enchanted Realm would be restored to its former state of harmonious splendor. This was their Creation of a Champion.

"Trial by Champions. Three against three. Tomorrow at dusk, when both our kinds are at full strength. We fight on neutral ground, the victor claims the prize." He looked past the Oracle, directly at Xavier. His red eyes gleamed with predatory interest. "But know this, True Alpha. My champions have never lost in eight hundred years. Your wolves will die screaming, and the twins will still be mine. True Alpha or not, you cannot defeat what's coming." The vampire army retreated slightly, giving space but not leaving. They would camp at our borders, waiting for tomorrow's dusk. The Oracle turned back to us, her expression grave. "Choose your champions wisely," she said. "Because if they lose, Th

"We are down to the top twenty-seven champions. Our three-way champion winner Captain Bolis of Vaal has chosen to fight a Bunte. Will the other 26 champions line up, please," the announcer says, and the winners walk out onto the field. My back instantly straightens as I look over the line. I know that my mate might be a male who lost on day one or two but seeing these guys makes me excited. They look so strong and proud to be among the half that is continuing.

Was the only thing Alexis' mind caught. "Yes, an ogre and a dwarf hybrid. Please don't mind because I can't control how I look. Please look past it." He smiled at Alexis and held out a small green hand, "My name is Agathus, I'm his highness' chancellor and we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on". Alexis took his hand instinctively and shook it despite her shock. 'This is the strangest dream ever...' "So your a hybrid dwarf and ogre" she stared at him as it slowly dawned at her that he did look like a mix of the two.

Nya asks, she's getting impatient. The intercom chimes again with another announcement; “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING. THE PROVIDENCE PEACEKEEPERS HAVE IDENTIFIED THE FUGITIVE AND HIS ACCOMPLICE. THEY APPEAR TO BE OMEN; A MALE LYCAN DRESSED IN RED SWIM TRUNKS AND A FEMALE VAMPIRE DRESSED IN A GREEN BIKINI BOTTOM WITH A ROBE ON. PLEASE YOU ARE ADVISED TO KEEP YOUR DISTANCE FROM THEM, THEY ARE EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. REPORT ANY SIGHTINGS TO THE STAFF OR TO THE PEACEKEEPERS. THANK YOU.”

"What? He is the new king of the Tianzhu chess field? What... what's his name?" The other emcee smiled proudly and said, "He is Ami'erhanhan, the new king of chess in Tianzhu. He has won the title of seven consecutive champions in Tianzhu. He deserves to be known as a popular spicy chicken in the Tianzhu chess field. Look at that little beggar. Tut-tut, he's too rubbish." The conversation between the two emcees fell into the ears of Ami'erhanhan and Yang Xiao. Ami'erhanhan looked arrogant and looked at Yang Xiao with a smile in her eyes. There was a hint of pride in her eyes. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Whether they be powerful or lesser ones, they’d been given a chance to win the holy throne. The rules were simple, each of them chose a young mortal to be their champion, granting them their powers and weapons, and they would place them in a magical world they created as an arena. Whoever reached the finish line on the other side of the world first would be the winner, the winning god would become the next Supreme God, and the winning champion would be granted whatever desire to reshape our world. All the pantheons happily accepted the proposal, and so they dubbed it: the Game of Heavens and Earth.

The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time. After a decade of hopelessness and complete surrender, Heroes rose from various origins—holding on to their own intentions. They, who dared to scream in the middle of the conjurers' blissful singing, dared to steal the scripture from the wicked creatures who were granted the power to overwrite their destinies — concluded themselves victorious thereon.