Warhammer 40k Eldar Gods Novels & Stories

“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.

Too eager to prove he'll be just as good an Alpha when the time comes, that he won't even consider that maybe his dad's way isn't the only way to rule. Alpha Eligor is a tyrant. He believes women are for breeding and taking care of the home, none of the women in my pack are allowed jobs that diverge from these areas and many don't work once they're mated. The men on the other hand, train daily from the age of eleven, some even earlier. They patrol and guard the pack lands and are expected to continue until they're either too old or injured irreparably and then they're allowed to take on other roles, like Mr Lars, who lost both his legs in the attack that killed Alpha Eligor's mother a few ye

Elias commanded, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that instantly silenced the room. The Sovereign of the wolf continent looked at the ledger, the silver crown resting heavy on his brow. "The eastern territories are a coalition of seventy different independent city-states. The ledger only implicates three foundries," Elias said, the sheer strategic weight of his position bleeding into his tone. "If I send the Vanguard into human territory to preemptively burn their infrastructure, I will be declaring a war of extinction against the entire human race. It will validate every fear they have about us." "They are already building the bombs, Elias," Cord argued.

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.

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.

He doesn't notice my embarrassment, instead he tries to make sense of what I've said. Realization strikes. "The Eld," he says. I nod. A group of immortal gods responsible for maintaining balance between humans and shifters. They are rumoured to have magic, and are capable of controlling all Earth's elements. "Are they even real?" I ask. "Yes. When I was a boy, I remember the whole castle being in a frenzy when we learned my father and his advisors were to have a meeting with some members. I won't forget how it felt seeing them."

Even so, it was when amid the disputes and bets, that Darkness, Zariel, and his avatar Sasha were negotiating a truce and forging some alliances. Some are nobles of the Eladrun galaxy who are so old and powerful that they have transcended the bounds of mortality, such as a former sovereign of Adiandra, the Queen of the planet of Verano, or the Prince of the planet of Ice. Some are awakened from powerful galaxies of riches who are only born on their own planets that arose in their own forests, mountains, or rivers, such as the Green Lord Oran or Scamander, in which the Guardian of the River.

The air itself trembled as the god turned his full attention upon him. "You defy me?" Elior struggled to rise, his body aching from the force of the blast. He tightened his grip on his sword. "I do." The god regarded him for a moment, then laughed, a terrible sound, like a world collapsing. "Then you shall be the first to fall." The battlefield trembled as Erythos raised a clawed hand. Darkness coalesced into a spear of pure entropy, its edges fraying the fabric of existence itself. He hurled it toward Elior with lethal intent.