Novel & Cerita Warhammer 40k Fanfiction Oc From Our World

I blurted. “And that’s where you are wrong, my alpha! That war was different. The war was between two different creatures of the other world. It will be much worse to see the upcoming horror. Blood will she shed like rivers. The sun will be cursed by the moon, and there will be one of a kind rising to avenge the death of the fang holders.” His words sounded too confusing. “You will understand each and every word when the right time will come. But you have to believe me, if your Luna has listened to me, if wouldn’t have lost her wolf like that.” he frowned.

I said as Azreal sat down beside me. “What is this prophesy about?” Azreal asked as he stared at me in interest. “I don’t know the words exactly but it talks about me starting a war that will end time. A war among gods, demons, humans, werewolves, vampires and witches. I am the one who will start another war and it will be on the day of the blood moon.” I explained as I scratched the back of my neck. “I could help you with what you are looking for.” Azreal said as I faced him.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

Strong. But I also saw the other side. The Others' world was a huge, gray desert with no stars in the sky. And there were many shapes pressed against the newly alive Veil: the Wardens, the scouts, and the hive mind's tendrils. They weren't attacking. They were... looking. Their heads were tilted, and their alien minds were focused on the sudden, bright light of our world. The dissonance that had drawn them in was gone, and for now, there was a harmony that was impossible to break.

The Ashen Pack gathered once more, the air thick with anticipation, with unspoken acknowledgment that they had earned their place. Zaria stepped forward, lifting a chalice filled with dark wine—a symbol of unity, of rule, of shared fate. Darius took the first sip, then handed it to Selene. She drank, the bitter liquid grounding her, solidifying the truth of what had just taken place. They were Alpha and Luna. Rulers of the broken. Leaders of the forsaken. And as the pack howled beneath the rising dawn, Selene met Darius’s gaze, knowing that everything had changed.

"What threads, Rowan? Stay with me. Don't go back into the story." "The world," he said, his hand reaching up to touch the air. As he moved his fingers, I saw thin, glowing lines appearing in the empty space—lines that connected the stones, the trees outside, even the people huddled at the door. "It’s all... 'Written.' Even the wasteland. Even the wolves. Malphas was right. The Aethel-Corp didn't build the world. They just found the 'Editor's Desk.'" He sat up, his movements fluid and terrifyingly graceful. He looked at the Omegas standing at the door. They weren't cowering anymore. They were staring at him with a religious awe.

The War Organization's Leader, Dane, looked as shocked as he could be. Lucas placed the Apocalyptic Legion into the System Space and prepared to leave the place where zombies gathered with Dane. As far as he was concerned, this was a scene that was absolutely impossible to witness. "Haha, I didn't expect to meet you here again!" Suddenly, an extremely cold voice was transmitted into the ears of Dane and Lucas. Lucas focused his gaze and discovered that it was the Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Dark Races. The Leader of the War Organization, Dane, was shocked. Of course, he didn't expect to meet a Rank 7 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Dark Races here.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

Marcus said and quickly touched my leg. I could see it. The future that he wanted. I was standing on a thrown before everyone, and Marcus was on the other side. I was powerful, and I am not going to lie; it felt good. But then I saw the destruction of our Realm. Housed were burnt down, and humans and werewolves were suffering. You could see humans, werewolves, and even children dead on the streets. Dragons, Vampires, and evil witches ruled. What shocked me was that I didn't care that they were suffering. I was Evil. I opened my eyes and looked at Marcus, who had a huge smile. I smiled back at him.

KNOCK! “Come in- miss Akari. How are things in his first day.” He asked her right off the bat the moment she entered his office. “Well, sir. How could I say this? I think that student is quite strange. He just stares at me the entire class and it makes me uncomfortable. Can he still transfer to the other classes?” Percy looks at miss Akari with a confused expression. “So that’s how it is. I apologize miss Akari. I did not tell you anything about his transfer here before hand. I truly apologize for that but I will let you on a little secret, please try your best to hide this from everyone else but that kid is Ven Angelo and Gwen Kray’s successor.”