Warhammer 40k Emperor Novels & Stories

He roared with pride. "It’s the start of the bloody night. It’s the beginning of my era. Be prepared for hell. Be prepared for the immortal life of your Ferocious Emperor. I am the LORD. I am the Power. No one could stop me. No one could deny to obey me. Just a few days, and I will rule over the world". He shrieks while raising his hands in the air.

Wishing that no one would suddenly attack them while opening the door cold sweats flows down like a fountain from their whole body. They managed to open the door and what's beyond is a large place with levers, buttons, helm and large screens that can be found anywhere inside the room. What they are looking at is not the buttons nor the steering wheel but they are looking at the source to their feeling of death. A single man wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a service cap standing at the front of the helm looking down at the place where the brawl is happening. A sea captain. He is all silent as his face did not show any tint of expression.

continued the commander who had been most opposed to the emperor's decision to go to war. "No! You cannot win. Let's retreat and find another way to defeat him," said the Emperor, unwilling to sacrifice more of his troops. The entire army shook their heads in unison. They knew they would not be able to escape from here because, in the eyes of the black dragon, everything in this world was nothing more than ants that he could crush at any time. "At least... Emperor, you must live for us," said the ancestor of the Sun Empire. "No! How can I live..."

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

Two hours of us walking at the front, our shifting form a beacon that drew every eye. Two hours of counting down to transformation or annihilation. The palace appeared on the horizon, black with corruption, bleeding darkness into the sky. And standing at its gates, exactly as we had known he would be— The Void Emperor, ready to become unkillable. Ready to end everything. "This is it," we said to the army at our back. "This is everything."

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.