Warhammer 40k Ancients Novels & Stories

“Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“ “Ancients,” Amerie finished. That’s why Minera couldn’t say what they are but had looked at Amerie so pointedly in answer. “One of them made it impossible for me to breathe. Like it ripped the air out of my lungs.” A slight shudder tan through her as she whispered, “I wasn’t sure it was going to stop.” Brynn and Blaze exchanged wary glances. Blaze chewed on her lip before speaking. We have always been taught th

Beside her, the immortal stared up at the descending figures with an expression that was far too calm. “There are more than I expected,” he said. “More?” Seraphine snapped. “There are hundreds.” They fell from the sky like living comets. Tall figures wrapped in armor made of living light. Their bodies were not entirely solid shifting between matter and energy like beings only half anchored to reality. The Ancients. Not the hunters they had fought before. These were the real ones. The rulers of the forgotten immortal age. Seraphine felt the guardian power inside her stir violently.