Warhammer 2nd Legion Novels & Stories

They were waiting for the Warlord to send them to the slaughter. ​Protect them, Astra snarled in my mind, her maternal, Lycan instincts flaring violently. They are ours. ​"No," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the thunder of the rain. ​Alaric blinked, surprised. "General?" ​"The Vanguard is too raw to hold as an anvil against three hundred starving Ferals," I commanded, drawing my twin obsidian swords. The violet runes etched into the glass hummed to life. "Shadow Legion Phalanx! You are the anvil!

“To Ajax, the eldest, the Black City shall be entrusted. It shall serve as the headquarters of our operations, the base of authority of the Wolf Territory. Ajax will precede over all realms and decide their operations. Here, the court stands, and the Alpha of the pack stays. The Black City will serve as the capital of the Territory. Ajax will lead the Midnight Legion.” “Ares, known for his strategic mind and economic acumen, shall inherit the Sunlit Reservoir. Rich in resources and blessed with prosperity, it shall thrive under his guidance. He must see to it that the continent is well-fed and not a single child is starved. He will lead Helios Pack, who now serves the Midnight Legion.”

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

“You are rare.” My mother’s hand flies to her mouth. My father stiffens beside me. “The Second Mark exists to restore balance,” the Alpha King continues. “But it comes at a cost.” My heart pounds loudly in my ears. “What kind of cost?” “Pain. Conflict. Bloodshed.” The words hit hard. “If the bond is rejected,” he says, looking directly at me, “it will rot. And that rot will spread—to your wolf, your pack, and eventually the realm.”

I had foolishly believed they might allow me a voice, in who I'd be tied to for love. “He’s an Alpha,” my mother announced suddenly, spinning toward me, her eyes alight as if she’d just bestowed a priceless gift. My brows shot up. Well. That explained her excitement. My former fiancé had only been the son of a Gamma Enforcer, respectable, yes, but nowhere near impressive enough for my mother’s standards. I searched through my mental list of Alphas, desperately trying to recall one even remotely close to my age. I found none. “Who is it?” I asked carefully.

Callum looked up. “I’ve been here the whole time.” Jax leaned back in his chair. “Physically? Absolutely.” Even Marcus smiled. Callum shook his head with a faint smile before sitting forward. “Let’s move on.” The room settled immediately. He picked up the remote and the screen changed to a rendering of a sprawling waterfront district. Old brick warehouses. Vacant office buildings. Shuttered cafés. An entire neighborhood that had once been the commercial heartbeat of the city. “The Hawthorne District.”

********** Storm followed Tasha through the busy city streets, the bright lights and blaring sounds overwhelming her sensitive werewolf senses. “This place is amazing,” Storm whispered, and Tasha smiled. “It is, isn't it? This is my pack. The Crescent pack,” Storm has never heard of the pack before though. All she knew was her own pack. She had never even attempted to leave. Her pack was a very small one, they had everything they needed in the pack, and even low omegas like her never had the privilege to step outside the gate. Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open.

Two weeks later Damian was riding in the last of the four Grand Wagoneers Ivan had just bought a few months ago. The first and the last car packed four warriors each. Alpha Ivan and Luna Renee occupied the second car with a couple of personal bodyguards in the front, while Gamma Kairon and his mate Scarlett rode with them in the back. The third car had four she-wolves as Luna’s personal entourage, brought with them purely because they were friends with Renee. None of them could stop blabbering about Grandmasters son Hendric; they heard he was, quote, ‘dreamy’ and had high hopes of falling under his b***s if it turned out to be the truth.

They were most certainly not famished. "Stop!" A unexpected yell jolted the villagers out of their reverie. A towering guy in armor approached Roland and his group. "I am the captain of the Second Legion, please identify yourselves." The soldier spoke out, then was astonished to see someone he recognized. "Are you back, Captain Gordon?" "Unfortunately, the young master has sent me back." Gordon let out a sigh. "I see. The third legion is now occupying the field, you and the remainder of your soldiers can move there."

*** Meanwhile, Jaden arrived at the topmost floor and entered the main hall after donning a set of heavy armor. “Jaden, you’re here.” A middle-aged man stood inside. He had a powerful, masculine temperament with the intimidating presence of a veteran fighter. Jaden shuddered when he saw him and said, “I’m really sorry the plan failed, War Legate Hydra. Something went wrong in Swallowston and War Legate Draco was here. Nobody saw this coming!” The man called War Legate Hydra squinted his eyes. Luposia’s military ranks reflected that of Navia—made up of ten battle warriors, four war legates, and two war duxes.