Warhammer 40k Ancients Novels & Stories

"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.

And more importantly. Who? Selene turned to Ryker, her voice shaking with fury. "There’s only one who could’ve resurrected a warrior like him. One whose blood runs through both our veins." Ryker blinked. "No... You think it's... " "The Ancients," she said, standing. "They’re not done with us." From the shadows of the broken city, a new voice laughed. Feminine. Familiar. And cruel. "Let the games begin, Luna."

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.

Lucien leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded in quiet calculation. On the table, there was footage. The Netherborn burning. Seraphine moving like lightning incarnate, Valerius not even raising his voice and Ragnar causing the Nevada temperatures to bend to his will. Alejandro watched in silence. Lucien finally spoke. “They underestimated the Ancients.” Alejandro nodded once. “They won’t make that mistake again.” Zenith’s voice carried a measured intensity. “They’ve begun convening.” “You can feel it,” she added. “The Watchers are unsettled.” Alejandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Good.” Because this was the manual game. Force reveals position. The Netherborne had been a probe.

“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

Ancillae Ancilla (an • SILL • uh): Ranking below the elders but above neonates, the are vampires who have proven themselves as valuable members of Kindred society, between 50 and 300 years. Ancillae often serve as aides and agents for elders or the court. Ancillae usually play their own power games as well, though these are of lesser consequence than the manipulations of the elders. The plural is ancillae (an • SILL • ae). Family Ancillae

. The war room was alive with a tense energy that crackled like static in the air. Alara and Ryen stood at the center, surrounded by a council of figures cloaked in ancient robes, their faces weathered but eyes sharp with wisdom. These were the Allied Ancients—beings whose power stretched back millennia, custodians of cosmic balance, now rallying to face a new threat: the Syndicate. The Guardian’s betrayal had left them vulnerable. Their forces weakened, their defenses compromised. But now, these ancient beings some with skin like shimmering stone, others with eyes glowing like stars prepared for war.

“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.

A forgotten power. “What’s happening?” someone whispered. “The Flame already chose… why… why now?” “This has never happened before!” But no one dared interrupt. No voice rose above the silence that followed. The Flame recoiled from Maxim in a flash. It hovered in the air, swirling once more, as if watching the three of us from above. And then... the ancient voice returned. Deep. Eternal. So clear it echoed through my bones. “Maxim Blackwood, Icarus Nightshade, and Aiyana Moon…”