Warhammer 40k: Chaos Gate Novels & Stories

My son remained nearby, blocking anyone who approached too closely with the shield I handed him. They were all around us, though. "They're not going to stop!" I slashed another and yelled. "They don't have to," the panting Harbinger said quietly. "All they have to do is slow us down until the gate opens." Black mist curled into the sky behind them. The gate shook. There was a sigh from the chains that bound it. Then— A roar. A huge beast emerged from the centre of the army. Its body was composed of bones and ash. It had fire holes for eyes.

It wouldn't know it wasn't strong enough to beat the Gate alone and likely they'd both perish. King needed to finish this fast. Summoning the purest form of hex magic, he sent little bursts of it at the Gate from his huge spiraling horns. When they hit they made holes in the Gate that took precious seconds for it to repair. "King..." Agent, the no-fur who now knew he was just a shell for something bigger, reached out for the tom. Even King could feel lifetimes of memories opening up. The life of Agent was just one aspect of the God of Chaos, the latest lifetime Tricksy had walked the living world within. It might be too much for the damaged, dying body to handle.

HE smiles in satisfaction as HE grins in pure delight, but with slight malice just for fun, whispering the words. “Well then.” With a quick snap and the echoing sound that engulfs the place, the pentagram of the gates draws unto the floor. With its distinct color and hue, a gate appears with a symbol that does not resemble any other else, but a special type of one. A unique one, and more likely a special door that does not just link from one person to another, from one god and with its distinction, but everything that falls under the truth of the seven worlds and books.

We saw quite a few people entering just now, but who knows where they went. Fane smiled and explained, "Chaos City should be in an isolated space. Don't forget, the city walls disappeared just after we took a few steps into the city. It means that the city gates are in a separate space. "You end up in a new space just after taking a few steps. The city gates are basically a simple transfer array, and we were probably sent to a random location within the space. That's why we didn't see anyone when we got in. "Chaos City is massive, but as long as you keep walking further in, we'll see more people. We're heading toward the center of Chaos City."

I’m halfway through wiping down a booth when the door swings open, and three men stride in like they’re shooting an ad for luxury watches. The first one is tall, broad, and quiet. Black hair shaved at the sides, long on top. Tattoos running down both arms like artwork he doesn’t show off on purpose. Stoic, intense, unreadable. The second one looks like a golden boy literally. Wavy dark brown hair, sun-catching honey undertones, calm posture, and green eyes. It's the kind of handsome that looks accidental and unfair. Then there’s the third. My soul tries to exit my body. I see black curly hair, a cocky smirk, chaos twinkling behind his eyes, and the capacity to melt my panties off with one lo

Genie whispered with a grin as I just nodded. A god-awful sound poured from the open gate, that eerie mixture of manic laughter and tortured screaming that instantly had me thinking back to the prison I had been stuck in. It was far worse than that had been, though, considering it sounded like there were thousands of them rather than the few that had been trapped in that hellhole. Beings of all different sizes and shapes, some human, some beasts, came running out into the morning sun. Grime and blood coated them, matting the fur of the beasts that had it. At least two dozen of them came pouring out into the arena, quickly surrounding Xavier as they howled and growled, pacing and circling lik

I said, looking toward the horizon, where the white-noise was parting to reveal a massive, spiraling Ziggurat of Pure, Black-Emerald Light. "We’ve only just started the War for the World." The Frozen Plain didn't just break; it Crystallized, forming a massive, spiritual Gateway to the next Century. "The Layer of the Primal War is activating," Leo said, his runes turning a steady, celestial sapphire. "And it’s the Gate to the West's True Army." I looked at the Eleven Sovereigns, then at my own scarred hands, which were now glowing with the light of a hundred and ten victories.

Malachai said, “if she falters, it will find someone else to carry the weight.” Lyra’s grip tightened on the reins. “It won’t have to.” Cassian gave a thin smile. “And here I thought I was the dramatic one.” *** By the time the horizon blazed with dawn, they saw it — a wall of black stone rising from the frost, alive with cracks of white light. The Gate. Even from a distance, it looked less like a structure and more like a wound torn through reality. Energy bled from it in shimmering waves, bending the air around it.

Kian sat at the polished wooden bar in the Rodgers suite, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whiskey. The place buzzed with low conversations and the clink of glasses, a haven for travelers seeking fleeting connections He nursed a scotch on the rocks, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather stool, unaware that the night would soon turn his solitude into a playground of wandering hands.

I was the bridge, and the bridge was starting to crack under the weight of their egos. “We have reached the first station,” Hala said, pointing ahead. Through the thinning mist, a massive structure began to loom. It wasn't a tower or a palace. It was a gate—a colossal archway made of black obsidian and white bone, reaching five hundred feet into the grey sky. It was carved with the images of a thousand wolves, all of them kneeling before a central figure who had no face. The Gate of the First Abandonment. At the base of the gate, a figure was waiting.