Warhammer 40k Ancients Novels & Stories

"That's the story, Vanessa. I don't know what you'll make of it. When The Ancient order was formed- there were three sections of- the Valhallas, the Karous, and the Trackers. The Valhallas were naturally born protectors. Most Alpha blood belongs to that family line. Ancients were magis- brilliant magicians who had an endless supply of power because their power came from Earth. From elements of Earth. There were weavers, fortune tellers, leaders. Sixteen Ancient families spread to different continents. Some wolves ,some cats, some believed to be other Changelings-but there is no evidence of any other shapeshifter." He kicked off his boots, sinking in the chair, his back thanking him in soft p

He was ten feet and two inches long and weighed a massive three hundred and sixty five pounds. He kept growling infront of the witch and the Witch looked up at him proudly. This was it; she was going to use this dangerous creature birthed through the use of ancient dark magic to lay waste the great kingdom of Akozo, where she was once married to a king. ****

Rowan and Elara flanked her, silent but alert, their shared bond pulsing like a living pulse within the air. The figure raised its hand. The mist thinned, revealing the **Legion** that stood behind it warriors clad in rune-forged armor, helms sculpted into snarling beasts, weapons glowing with a cold, inner fire. They moved with perfect unity, not one footfall ahead of another. And when they stopped, the earth beneath the pack shivered. Elias was the first to whisper the word. “Ancients.” Callen shook his head. “That’s impossible. The Ancients were dust. Stories for pups.”

Griffin paced by the window, unable to keep still. "The Ancients," Elder Silvarum began, "are an ancient race, far older than werewolves or even sorcerers. They were once the dominant power in this world, before they retreated from human lands thousands of years ago." "And they've taken Nora?" I struggled to keep my voice steady for the twins' sake. "Why?" "Because of what she is." The elder's eyes were sad. "They need Nora, and her powers." The powers radiating from Nora flashed in my head for a second.

“That is Elina, our cousin. She has been reincarnated too, for this purpose. You have to find her. Together, with Elizabeth, you will have to defeat the forces.” Storm's head spun with questions. “Another reincarnation? Can you tell me about the war at least?” Her younger self nodded, understanding her confusion. “Over three thousand years ago, we had fought a war to keep the agenda of demons and their seeds away from other supernaturals. That fight is not over. They are mainly antagonist against the ancients.” “What are ancients?” Storm asked, struggling to keep up with the implications of the information. “Ancients are the products of a union between an angel and a rare human,” Her younger

The once-vibrant lands withered, the seas' bounties dwindled, and the skies were shrouded with unprecedented storms. Tales spread of a mysterious entity, of unknown origin, whose presence tainted the Realm with malice. He was of the Fae kind that many referred to as Lazerus Draven. Rumors circulated that he possessed the formidable ability of a Syphon, capable of draining the powers of others. The Ancients, perplexed by his origin, endeavored to locate him, but he eluded them with the cunning of a shadow. All knew this was a sign that the creature they sought was the Eighth returned.

But now here I am again, with yet another high-ranking supernatural who thinks that the Alpha of Alphas belongs to him. I glare at the elf as he begins pulling on his earth element. How do any of them think that they can defeat me? Not only am I the Alpha of Alphas, but I can control all four elements. Who do they think they are? Even if they can control one, what does that matter to me? They are nothing. I am Ancalagon. I wait to see what he's going to do, how he thinks he can claim me with his earth element. It's bad enough that he only has one element, but I come by my earth element genetically from my father Avani, the last Earth dragon.

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

I keep my voice just as low as his, but for the first time since starting this game, I genuinely feel scared. “It is an Ahuizotl. Otherwise known as the water dog. The Aztec legend spoke of a man who lured people to their deaths and transformed into a water dog to kill them. It is a crafty creature and one that is going to be difficult. Zane tried to convince me to use it, but I didn’t think it was an innovative idea. Although it isn’t impossible to defeat, it is extremely difficult. I thought about using it for the final boss, but Zane and I both agreed to use a Lycan.”

“They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.” He got an answer, yet along with it were thousands of fresh questions desperate to be filled-in. Somehow, he made sense and also didn’t. It was in itself confusing. Not to mention, creepy. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know why he knew of hIS name. “Who the hell are you? How do you know who I am?” “Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how y