Warhammer 40k Ancients Novels & Stories

“Ahh it’s nothing, it’s just my talent not be intimidated easily. Truthfully, I wouldn’t approach you like this if I didn’t saw you injured like this. From the looks of it that needle stuck in your back is hard for you to remove since its already draining your energy, right? I just came to help you get it off. After I remove that needle, it wouldn’t take much long for you to recover since you possess such an amazing regenerative ability that can match against the Phoenix, right?” “H-How do you know about that human? No person knows about the abilities of us Ancient much less my own existence.” “You’re a human but you’re quite different than the people from the continents.” Bolus added. “…” “

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

The warriors jumped back in shock at the sight of the familiar symbol from the ancient text on the floor. "Alpha," Russell called through the link, "we have a situation. You need to see this.

“The enemy has stepped into our shadow.” Across the city, sirens had not yet begun. Not yet. But the scent in the air had changed—like metal on the tongue. Like rain before it falls. And throughout the vast lands of Aeternum, something ancient stirred beneath the roads and towns, something built not of marble or flesh, but of purpose. The first hand had moved. And it belonged to us. From the war table, President Mies watches as the first enemy vanguard enters the Wasteland. Alessia’s forces move like a shadow around them.

He had baited her. "Why what, Priestess?" Soartin smirked. Knowing well enough that she was done with her question, Sethlzaar stepped in. "Why will it be the first of its kind?" Soartin's jaw twitched at the loss but, satisfying himself in the little victory, he answered. "The Merdendis, as far back as the realm's history, have been the oldest scuttle the realm has had, existing even before the appearance of the credence." His voice dropped into his lecture tone. "They've handled them in their mild appearances. But this will be the first time there'll ever be a war between both sides; an outright war. Already, it's the first time the different colors are working together." He shook his head.

"Ehimen—" However, before the prince could even reply to the question from the former, a pair of huge, bright-red eyes blinked and shone from the cover of the bush—snarling Rargh! Rargh! Then without warning, Bang! A black four-limbed creature rushed out from the bush and pounced on a member of the group. Voom! Sizzle! Crack! Several sounds of blast resonated as the young warriors activated their ancestral spirit power which ignited their weapons—making ready, to defend themselves.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

Glossary Acelin Billard- Former Incubus Prince. Lancelin’s older brother. Alina- Human turned vampire. Erick’s bride and vampire queen. Ancients- Five of the most powerful mages in the world who had created the dimensions. They were Tuhin, Alexander, Pallatos, Verna and Shinou. Asmara- Succubus. Aqua- Immortal water shifters. Species, looks and characteristics unknown. Chrone- Leader of a Mage coven.

And the warmth in the meadow dipped, just slightly. “Because balance has shifted,” Inferno said. The words carried weight. “The Five Ancients have stepped into motion. They are not mere relics. They are pillars. Their existence bends the scales.” “I know,” I said quietly. “We can’t attack blindly. If we move without thought, they’ll crush us.” A rumble escaped him, approval. “You begin to think beyond rage.” I smirked faintly. “Don’t sound so surprised.” “I am not surprised,” he corrected. “I am observing.”

“The younger generation of Ancients don’t know this. But we the older ones do. In the past, before humans betrayed us, prompting us to go into hiding, we used Resurrection Cats to refine our weapons. And that is why they are almost extinct” The old woman just kept dropping secrets, and the young man was having a hard time keeping up. “The thing is, humans would get killed if they were consumed during that period. Since they aren’t as resilient, and are regarded as prey by the beast, they wouldn’t be able to survive. But Ancients aren’t prey. We are the true Predators. Our bloodline is so strong that the body of the beast is fooled into believing that a precious object has been tossed into it