Warhammer 40k Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

Lord Morel said in a thousand voices. “I as well,” replied Damien who looked at the head oracle, Pan Phineas. “`Till we meet again, Damien. May I suggest you teach Sebastian the song of Phases?” “If he wishes to,” Damien replied with a curt bow. “Until we meet again.” - This is the end of Phasma Phase 4 - We shall meet again in Phasma Phase 5 after a short break from the author :)

, she finished her words, licking the blood oozing out from the cut she created. “I did. Not until that horrid nullifier altered your personality. It seems like you’re the one who’s got zero ideas on your own self. Checkmate, Vista”, Zhackary again smirked at her, feeling the tip of superiority over the woman in camo. Checkmate indeed. As the young lady attempted to give the man her reply, a loud bang coming from the northeast began startling all of them— lurid rings indicate the beginning of the Utopians’ reprisal.

With great demand that convoy of vehicles arrived at the top and as planned with great avidity the four alphas left their respective transports and made their presence before us. The four demons that rule these lands like a monarchy were right in front of me online and it was right there that after discussing some business matters for a while regarding the imminent losses in the dock that the eldest of the four Tora, I ordered Izra to inflict this wound on me. Before Emma I pointed to my bleeding arm while her eyes were only devoted to analyzing that situation with fear and as if nothing happened I continued narrating what happened.

Ethan rumbled deeply as his authority cut through the tension. My wolf stirred in response to him tickling my bones for a shift. Ignoring the frantic crowd, we proceeded forward regardless. The more we approached the eye of the storm, the more the Shapes littered the old road. Werewolves in odd dilemmas and Melbringers with animalistic wounds. They're mostly Crescent werewolves from Alpha Hariss' generation. And despite our history, my heart stirred. Smoke hissed up from half-burnt rooftops. The air huffed with a pressure that felt like a rotting force was sucking the oxygen straight out of the trees.

I profoundly cry in to his chest ,while he holds and cradles me. A bright light starts to shine below me – the light glows a deep red color. I slightly pull away from him to see that the crescent chain my father had gifted me is illuminating light. Before the guy and I knew what was happening , the ground disappears – we begin a desend to God knows where, but all I hear is our screaming. I shut my eyes , because I see a ground coming further and further towards us… I wake up in a shock as I hear trumpets playing in the distant. I hear a knock on the carriage , but it is near the window that I lay against. I see Alexander’s head pop in for a few seconds… “ Welcome to your new home…”