Warhammer 2nd Legion Novels & Stories

“I’ll fight with you. We still don’t know how many legions are there waiting for us.” “Alpha, I’m not calling them legions.” She rolled her eyes at me, not because I call the wraiths legion but how I looked at her. She was a badass Luna and a warrior. She handled those fuckers with ease. “Legions sound legendary, and they don’t deserve it.”

“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.

Zara took it upon herself to patiently explain to me the hierarchy of a werewolf pack as we walked to the cafeteria to have our lunch. She started with the Alpha -which was actually what Nathan was, unsurprisingly- continuing with the Beta (David) and Delta (Christian), finishing with the warriors -which was actually what all three female wolves in Nathan's gang were- and then the omegas and the lone wolves. She told me that the lone wolves were simply families or even single wolves who made the choice of living a life in solitude, away from pack grounds or rules. They respected the universal laws of keeping away from any claimed territory and the vow of secrecy from the human world, general

Alpha Seiko and Alpha Grey, the dreaded and most brutal Alphas of the Whitefang Pack, they were the ones behind all the invasions in every other pack in the south, recruiting and manipulating other Alphas to join their movement as partners to overtake and seize control from the other packs they saw as threats and packs that refuted their ideology. They were so twisted to the point that even the Alphas they referred to as their partners whom they had manipulated in order to make use of their manpower and resources for the invasions, were totally casted and deposed when they had no more use for them becoming ceremonial heads who could not make decisions in their packs without having to consult

A legacy is the title of the immortals. The immortals like us, the Vampires that stand the test of time. We build our legacy piece by piece, so maybe the whole world will remember us or maybe just a couple of people, but you do what you can to make sure you are still around after you are gone.

My second gamma hurriedly told me through our mind-link. "Rate the threat on a scale of 1-10" I calmly replied. "It's 7, color red, a high risk battle, because they seem to have a hidden legion waiting in ambush" he quickly added. "Hmph! Wow! Interesting. Get my second storm legion ready. We move in an hour. Stock enough supplies and weapons, and add a hundred heavenly beasts to it. The first troops will leave with me using heavenly beasts, while the second will join on horsebacks. You know what to do" I whispered lazily.

Lyla replied promptly, “They’ve been reorganized. On the Forladtt Land’s third level, you’ll find Taran’s Honorable Dragon Legion, Jurryt’s Prideful Dragon Legion, and Qairo’s Mythic Dragon Legion. “Meanwhile, Hershya’s Bloody Dragon Legion, Xezal’s Glorious Dragon Legion, Maxine’s Insightful Dragon Legion, and Talvelai’s Brave Dragon Legion are stationed on the second level. “The first level is for ordinary beings that are without sect affiliations or those with lower cultivation ranks to venture to grow and improve the strength of their forces. Including the first level, our empire boasts two major sects and eighth legions total up to two trillion beings.” Listening to Lyla’s report, Ja

It had been a long time since they gathered like this. “Speak!” Tyr spatted lightly. Jim nodded and explained, “This organization calls themselves Second God. They come from the Second World. All of the members are the elites of the younger generation from the major organizations in the Second World. The people of the Second World have always regarded themselves as god-like existences, so these youngsters call themselves the second generation of gods.” “Hah!!!” Not just Tyr, but Clifford, White-eyed Ivory Dragon, and the others had trouble suppressing their laughter.

With one flap, he lunged upward into the air; the wind brushing against his face as he worked his wings. As he caught up with Elicantris, he now had a clearer vision of what was beyond the peaks of the mountains. “Oh God,” Arth muttered to himself, seeing thousands of demons covering the slopes of the mountains, their numbers extending towards the west. Red-skinned beings covered in black dragon-scaled vests marched up towards the peak surrounding the encampment. “I thought demons have wings, Eli,” he whispered as he arrived at her side. Elicantris shook her head. “You generalize demons too much, Your Highness. The marching ones on foot are called Gunturs, or the Blood Orcs. They compose the

“The Wolf King’s personal guard and the elite Lycantroops are all the same. You’ve all fallen! “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. The Lycantroops are over! It’s really over!” The Second War God gloated at Noir and his men’s unfortunate defeat. He looked arrogant and contemptuous. “Second War God! You are just a little prick that backstabs people! If you have the nerves, fight Andy when he’s in his prime! I bet you don’t have the balls to do that!” Noir cursed out loud. The Second War God scanned the battlefield and looked satisfied. Back then, Andrius the Wolf King and his million Lycantroops were two massive mountains that he failed to overcome. They pressured him so heavily that he could barely do anything.