Warhammer 40k Emperor's Name Novels & Stories

Locked them away. Sweat slid down my neck. My breathing steadied. Minutes passed. Or hours. I did not know. A voice outside the door made my eyes snap open. “Prepare Prince Lior.” Another voice answered. “The carriage to the Tyrant Emperor leaves at dawn.” Silence. I stared toward the door. Then slowly… I smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. “Ragnar,” I murmured. The Blood Tyrant. The monster emperor. The man this body had feared so much he chose death.

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He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

Every day, he erased his identity—carving fresh lines into his skin, molding his body into a weapon as sharp as his mind. A­-17, the designation given to him by the imperial legion, had long since replaced the boy who had once been Ash. The boy who had played in the meadows, who had laughed with a girl by the brook, was buried deep beneath layers of conditioning and cruelty. His memories were fragmented, like shards of glass that reflected only the harsh light of the empire’s twisted teachings.

"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.

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..."

Alexis recognised Roger and that was it. “Roger Stain, Theodore Reales, Damien Cardonia, Howard Asphalt and George Phollio, All stand here in the highest positions of the royal empires army because of their resilience in the recent war”, Alexis looked at him and couldn’t help but admire him. She looked at the five and recalled that only five people survived the war alongside the Emperor, which were them. The sole survivors. She had a hunch they were fully aware of what that war truly was. “You will all be able to rise ranks with victories and if you shall die in any war, the empire will honour you and provide life long support to your parents”.

Here, the ceiling arched high over her head in a domed shape and gorgeous reliefs adorned the polished white walls all around them, but she could hardly pay attention to them. Really, why couldn’t she breathe? “Anzi, to my side. Greet His Excellency, the Emperor Ra-Tet.” Ra-Tet? That was a desert name. Had she heard correctly? She stepped to the side and bowed low at the waist before the monarch on his golden throne. She only had time for a short glimpse, but even that little was enough to confirm the validity of her confusion. The Emperor was pale-skinned and blond with crystal blue eyes. She supposed it was possible he was of mixed ancestry, but with the desert blood being so diluted in hi

I feel my face heating up and I’m sure that my cheeks has turned crimson red. “And about the nickname.” Eren trails off, biting on his lips. “If you don’t like nutella, I will call you life.” My heart skips another beat. “L-life?” I blurt out nervously, my heart throbbing. He narrows his eyes. “Life is the meaning of your name in Turkish right?” Brouhaha. “You watch turkish movies?” I laugh. He bites his lips again. “Uh, I’m caught.” He laughs back. And from that night, every word which escaped from his lips mattered to me. (●´ω｀●)

I glance up at the Murano glass chandelier above. “What do you want to see, Serafina?” he asks, my name rolling off his tongue with something too smooth behind it. “Maybe the dungeon,” I reply. “Ah… looking for your friend,” Jero says easily. We reach a corner of the basement, the same direction I came from earlier. “You want to know a fun fact?” he adds. “What is it?” “I’m the one who captured Kael. You know ‘Invisible’ is his codename, right? All those successful missions,” he says.