Vampires Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

Hodor rotates his eyesight only to learn that his current vision is a continuation of the vision that he feared. Around him is a bloodbath—a bloody scene caused by a huge battle; he comprehended it must be the war he has set. Everyone is busy fighting for their lives; vampires against wolves; humans against monsters and vampires—races against each other. Brutality and death is deemed to be ubiquitous. No wonder his vision hurts so bad. Their so much pain in it.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

Vampires. Hundreds of them. Karin stepped forward slowly, his face tightening as he studied the nearest wall. “What the hell is this place…” he whispered. I moved closer. The first carving showed wolves standing beside witches beneath a crescent moon. The next showed vampires kneeling before something buried beneath the earth. Then war. Bodies. Fire. Blood. The deeper the carvings went, the uglier the story became. “They fought together once,” Zero muttered behind me. “No,” I said quietly.

"And you repaid me by betraying our kind to these animals." "Your kind," she shot back. "Not mine. I'm both. I'm neither. I'm done being your weapon." The vampire lord's smile vanished. "Then you're done being alive." He raised his hand. The shadows behind him surged forward—vampire warriors, dozens strong, moving with deadly speed. My father's roar cut through the night. "PROTECT THE HYBRID!" The pack met the vampires in a clash of fur and fang against cold flesh and ancient speed. The clearing exploded into chaos.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

The ground shook beneath their feet, and the vibrations rolled across the plains of Casa Del Fierro like thunder. War. All out, unbridled war. It was an overwhelming surge, outward from the barrier, of the supernatural army: The wolves leapt into action with snarls that shook the air and their claws aglow with moon runes. Vampires blurred through the battlefield, their velocity beyond the power of sight as they tore through Wraith flesh, black mist bursting around them. Witches and warlocks raised their glowing sigils, casting elemental storms that crashed violently against corrupted angel spells.

I am still talking to Cole, but at the same time, I am also talking to Hillary. "Yes, of course, I am sure. There is now a war between Vampires and Hunters. It shall be called the awakening, as it would be a story that would be told as a dreadful story to generations of theirs to come." I spit with anger, rumbling through me. Cole is maintaining his quite unfazed expression, but I can see that he is falling. "This, I mean with everything that I am, and let your men be prepared. They shall all fall." I finish saying to Cole and take five steps back in a flash.

Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight. SEALs open disciplined fire—void-piercing rounds cracking carapace, explosions blooming orange. Marines advance in formation—bayonets glowing runes, heavy machine guns thundering adapted ammo. Black ops strike from invisibility—plasma blades severing tendrils clean, silent kills. Vampires blur into motion—fangs and claws rending carapace like paper, blood mist healing allied wounds mid-fight. Julian leads the center—shadow-stepping through beasts, draining essence in crimson arcs, growing faster, stronger.

Forming new image. Bat-winged sigil. Massive. Burning across the entire horizon. Impossible to miss. Impossible to ignore. The vampires aren't just claiming blood-right. They're declaring war. And they want everyone to know it. In the distance, a bat-winged sigil burns upon the horizon.