Warhammer 2nd Legion Novels & Stories

The Second Lead is the very first novel that I ever created. I am still an Amateur Writer, and I am so honored to share this with all of you. This novel is based on my love of Japanese Culture, including Anime. Let me introduce the characters. Akira Kaneko- She is a Filipina-Japanese girl who was born and raised in Ibaraki. She is bright and a kind of boyish girl. She falls in love with Inei Mizuki's appearance.

“Get up strap on your armor, we don’t have time” This was the first time I had seen the whole Iasi camp under duress. Hundreds of soldiers were running around in full battle gear, I could hear the Centurion’s whistling along with the confusion of the many soldiers who had just woken up from their hangovers. “Varkii, what’s going on?” I ask him while I step off my bed desperately bearing through the pain in my leg while I search for my sword under a pile of bottles and pig bones. “There’s been an explosion at Rendra City, we don’t know who started it but the Centurions want everyone ready. General’s orders.” “Rendra City? That’s 15 miles from here, what Legion is stationed there?” “The 10th P

The Rise of the Ashen Legion The rim of the massive black crater cracked wide open, shooting geysers of white-hot magma and billowing black smoke hundreds of feet into the air. From the flow of ash and molten rock began to emerge thousands of terror-filled figures. The Ashen Legion was a nightmare from the first epoch of the world, beings of living cinder fused from skeletal bone frames and black rock, eyes burning with the dull, unrelenting glow of dying stars. They did not roar or snarl like beasts; they marched in absolute, terrifying silence, the sound of their heavy stone boots grinding against the permafrost resembling the trampling of a million tombstones. At the center of the advanci

Felix said with a helpless look on his face. Gerald's expression twisted into something a little awkward. Instead of answering directly, he scolded him, "Why are you in such a rush? I was just about to explain. You only know there's a second wave coming after the Malevolent Phantoms, but you don't even know what that wave actually is, right?" Felix nodded, and Gerald continued. "The second wave is a battle unit sent after the Phantom has finished evaluating a planet's combat potential. If they succeed, that planet becomes the property of whatever family sent the troops.

The king was wasting away, everybody knew it was only a matter of time before he dies. “Yes I did. You are second in command to your legion right?” I asked Sorens who nodded. “Yes my king, I am the one in charge now since the commander died.” Sorens explains. The right thing for me to do will be to promote Sorens to be the leader of the of his Legion so he would be a commander like his brother has been for the past two years but I am known for not doing the right thing. Or for doing it through unconventional means.

I didn't want to entertain him anymore but what he said intrigued me. “Tell me, Auriana — do you really believe we werewolves came here just to sightsee?” His tone shifted, growing darker and slower. “No. We’ve come to take over your world. In exactly one month, the Second Great War will begin, and do you know who will lead it?” He paused for a moment, then pronounced the name like a verdict. “Your beloved Lennox.” He leaned closer, his expression inscrutable. “In one month, humanity will be eradicated. Your world will be shattered — and Lennox will be the weapon.”

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

POV: Wolfy If you can't break the vertical barrier, you break the horizontal foundation. It was a principle of structural demolition I had acquired from a Dregs sapper, and it applied with mechanical precision to tactical warfare. The Iron Legion was a physical wall. It was a relentless, regenerating mass of Barzil-steel alloy that was slowly compressing our biological frames against the unyielding blast doors of the Keep.

“Your warlord lies beheaded on my battlements. Your legions were held back by my Empress’s shield. You have one chance to surrender your standards—or my wolves will use your bones to lay the new wall’s foundations.” The senior commander of the golden legions—an elder Lycan whose face bore the burn marks of my barrier—stepped forward. He glanced at Lawrence for a heartbeat, then his yellow eyes locked on me, reading the mystical symmetry of my double mark and the glow of the silver medallion resting over my full chest.

Cassian’s battered figure appeared through the haze, his armor dented, one eye nearly swollen shut. “They’re regrouping,” he said hoarsely. Ivy turned. Through the thinning smoke, shapes began to move. Dozens of them—tall, armored, their weapons glowing faintly with that same oily darkness that had poured from the rift. The legion. The promise Daevalos had made. Panic rippled through the survivors. The wolves that still stood lifted their heads, snarling. Weapons were raised, though most were broken, slick with blood and rain.