Warhammer 40k Eldar Gods Novels & Stories

“What is a Son of Earth?” Drax smiled. “While Inoss created the humans and the Elves, Beliar created the Orcs and other creatures that are our natural enemies. But it had been Addanos who made the animals.” Eude scratched his head. “What does the Water God have to do with this Eike?” Milton rolled his eyes. “Next time you go into a library, you should try reading the books, not having them upside down in your hands!” Tizgar snorted. “Who said the twins know how to read?”

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, deep seal of a bond that had been forged in fire and tempered in ice. As the Hallowed Army began their journey home, led by the Trinity of the Dawn, the North finally began to breathe. I was Elara, the illegitimate daughter of a dead Alpha. I was the mate of the God of War. I was the sister of the Fire and the Light. But as the sun warmed my skin, I realized I was finally something else. I was free.

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

And vessels, even strong ones, eventually broke under the weight of gods. Night fell early, choked by smoke. Elara stood on the highest balcony, crown still on her brow, watching her new world burn and rebuild itself in the same breath. Below, armies began to gather—loyal packs answering the call, vampire defectors slipping across borders to swear fealty to the queen who had killed their ancient enemy. Above, the stars wheeled closer, as though listening. And somewhere in the shattered mirrors, something watched. Waiting. Learning her weaknesses. Planning. Elara touched the black veins spreading from the bonding mark.

1. The Beginning of the End The battlefield boiled beneath a sky split by twin moons—one silver, one crimson. Ava and Elya stood side by side, blades drawn, cloaks scorched by the firestorm behind them. Across the field, Calindra hovered with her Flamebound guard. Beside her, Velash rose, no longer just a spectral god but fully formed—his skin like molten glass, his eyes ancient voids. “You fight to protect what should have been destroyed,” Velash said.