Warhammer 40k: Chaos Gate Novels & Stories

He lifted one clawed hand toward the Eclipse Gate, and a torrent of pure darkness poured from the void like living, breathing smoke. "Gather the Shadow Legion," Nyxar commanded, his voice shaking the foundations of the world. In response to his call, thousands upon thousands of malicious crimson eyes snapped open within the endless darkness beyond the shattering gate. The ancient, primordial prison was officially breaking apart. And for the very first time in a thousand years... a terrifying, unholy army answered the call to march.

“The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.” Without taking his eyes off us, he laid down another tile offering two plain, etched-in-black characters . . . “This means ‘gateway.’ It is what Sốphận players seek, the Gateway to Understanding.” Kevin folded his arms, looking interested. “Understanding? Of what?” Mr. Trung smiled but it wasn’t his same, kindly-old man expression. This smile seemed enigmatic . . . maybe even a little threatening. “Of everything, Master Kevin. Understanding of the self, of the surrounding world. Of the Ancients, even the universe. But the Gateway is guarded by the Four Sacred B

He gestures to his hands being cuffed and unable to open it. Oh… Okay. Nobody else knows he could slip out of the cuffs. I smoothen my clothes and walk over to him as nonchalantly as I can manage with a boner. “You can take them off and open the door by yourself.” I mutter lowly for his ears, before opening the gate, the lock is faulty, it wouldn’t open or lock when you want it to. “I told you, the next time I take them off, you would be in them.” he smirks, steeping through the gate.

"Just wait until I get my body back. I will tear you apart with my own hands." The clanking of iron keys echoed down the corridor, cutting through my thoughts. I looked up just as two guards appeared outside the cell door. One of them unlocked the grate, swinging the heavy door open before kicking the bottom of the iron frame to make a booming noise. "Wake up, trash!" the first guard sneered, leaning against the doorframe with a mocking grin. The second guard stepped inside and stopped in his tracks when he saw me sitting upright, glaring dead into his eyes.

I said as I lifted Wakely up and set her down on the desk. “He was a narcissist and an egomaniac. And we can add in megalomaniac.” She scrunched up her nose at the picture. I grabbed the painting, but it wouldn't lift off the wall. “What the fuck?” I tried to do it again, but it wouldn’t budge. “Wait,” Wakely said as he hopped off the desk and crossed the room. She brushed her fingers across the edge of the painting and pulled. The painting swung open, revealing a vault door with a keypad on it. “Of course, he would have a hidden vault.”

Goddess I’ll never get used to that even though I’ve teleported many times myself. Against everything telling me not to go to find this purple door, I do it anyhow. When I finally see it, I gape at the weirdness. It’s a deep purple with ornate gold and wrought iron decorating it. With each step I take towards it, a strong urge to leave hits me as if in waves. It isn’t my own judgement warning me though. Magic? Maybe to keep the kids away or something?

"Emma didn't tell me anything, and I haven't even seen her this morning." I smacked his arm and he grumbled. We were trying to stifle our laughter when the leader of the Glaze troop arrived, Chaz Egerton. My father was the overall leader of Glaze while Chaz was the commander of the Hunters. Glaze is a clan or family that has for decades eradicated dark witches who try to cause chaos, spread disease, terror, and so on. Glaze consists not only of hunters, but also healers and people who are committed to fighting magical practices. The Hunters numbered forty-one including Chaz and were divided into eight squads with a commander in each squad. We lined up according to our respective squads with

Mar pointed at a gatehouse with 2 guards standing in front. The grounds of the Military Division were surrounded by a short wall with a gatehouse at particular locations. The nearest one was the North-East gatehouse called the Sky gate. "You can leave your things in the lockers inside, Dorin," instructed Mar, "Seb, leave your coat. You'll be in trouble if an officer finds out what your pockets contain," she added vaguely. Dorin surrendered his bag and was given a silver key card with a number on it. Seb was reluctant, but finally handed his coat over after carefully folding it. He watched suspiciously as the guard placed it inside the small locker and handed him the key.

The purple-eyed said. I laughed loudly. "But that's a minute ago because now, you'll be dead! " I finally threw the card at him. "Come on, C! Let's go! Just let her! " The Mr. Red eyes said. "Let her?! Look, H! You saw, she— ah! " The poison immediately began to spread from his knees up to his upper body. I can clearly see the red markings on his neck. "44! Agent 44! " I heard. I immediately roamed my eyes. That's my freaking airpod! In span of seconds, I saw it not that far from my two enemies. It has a red light, a sign of someone is speaking in the line.

Alex said, “It’s fine. I’m not afraid of the deadly Chi!” Other people’s combat power was declining but not his. He had the Chaos Tree, the Chaos Beads, and the divine power in his body. All of these could restrain the deadly Chi. Just then, Daya shouted, “Look ahead, what’s that thing?” Everyone raised their heads and saw an expanse of grayness gushed over like a tidal wave. “It’s... it’s the deadly Chi. A huge volume of the deadly Chi!” “The Undead Gate is getting bigger. The Undying Clan is going to come out of it!”