Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My skin prickled. Vaelcryns stood in smaller numbers, tall and dangerous, with metal-like scale ridges along backs and arms, their movements smooth enough to be unsettling. Some wore armour designed around the ridges, fitted with brutal precision. Their eyes were not like wolves or dragons. Colder. Reflective. The kind of eyes that looked as if they had learned long ago not to waste expression before killing. Primas stood among them too. Fewer. But I felt them. That old power. Different from dragons. Different from wolves. A strange thread of sacred strength that pulled at the part of me that had once reached toward the barrier and wondered why fate had chosen me so badly. Some Primas looked

I made my way there, lowering myself on the seat, and I was greeted with portraits of the alphas that have served badly. They were all men, staring down as if everyone else were beneath them, their faces twisted in scowls. And I made a mental note to have my portrait done. It would be nice to have the only female in the middle of the males. That was enough stargazing. I turned my attention back to the work on my desk, focusing on them. There wasn’t much for me to do today. Instead I busied myself with sending mails to other packs that we had an alliance with, informing them of the new change of leadership, and going over whatever alliance we had made and how to make the most of it.

I had no patience. “I am Krysta Bronzetail, matron of the house.” She didn’t shudder once. “And who might you be? Guards!!!” She called out. “I am Princess Elentari Tirisil, future Goddess of the Night, sister in law to Eliza Bronzetail, the first daughter of House Bronzetail.” I spoke slowly and clearly. “So tell me, how are you the matron of House Bronzetail when you look as if you are only two or three years older than Eliza?”

AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter is about the beginning of the Primords. Each character is named by their ancestral name. Underneath I will give you a list of their names so you can follow along with this chapter and you don't get lost. Blake - Alarick Selene- Elena Tyler- Dylan Damian- Keiran Emma- Damian's mate Harou- Lord of the Primord Lycan's Candace- Harou's mate Joseph- Colonel Coelhelm descendants or great great great

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

I heard Ymir's familiar voice call from behind me. I swirled around and it fell on the bloody witch I've been wanting to see. She looked as young as she did back then, she wore a long dark dress and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. But she wasn't alone. She brought company. It was three other past regent witches she conjured up with necromancy, I could sense their strong magical presence. They all stared at me with bloody intentions of my doom. “Come on Ymir, do you really think that I would be intimidated by these– these parlor tricks?” I say with amusement. “I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.”

A broken sob escaped my lips and I quickly looked away, too ashamed to look at Ares. Fire blazed in Ares' eyes like never before, his anger consuming every inch of his face. He flung Stacy away without mercy, and she tumbled to the ground, her knees scraping against the rough surface, blood mingling with the rain. Ares seemed unfazed by her pain. Stacy, stunned and defeated, scrambled to her feet, her face a mask of disbelief as if she had been punched. "Alpha, she's not one of us. She's seducing Alpha Marcus. How can we allow someone like her near him?"

He smiled proudly. It was unbelievable and unexpected to me to hear that this young woman here was a warrior and not just that, but also the leader of the Reapers, the strongest army in the werewolf kingdom. With her strength, one would think that she was a death wolf but hearing that she had the strength of a spirit wolf felt unreal to me. It was just like saying she had the strength of Andrew. Now it was clear to me how she had disfigured me like it was so easy. I released a loud sigh as the realisation settled in. Who knows if I would be able to come out here alive?

“I can't wait for Draven to auction you off to the slaves.” “Oh. I know her,” another exclaimed. “She must be among the women in the army.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. They were dumber than I expected. “The problem with women is that they don't know when to fall back,” another added. “But things are going to change around here, since Draven is now the Alpha. Women will learn that they only belong to a man.” My fists clenched as my teeth ground together until I thought they might crack. “A woman,” I said, my voice cold. “will be the one to kill you. I will make sure of it.”

A shadow deeper than my own, one that served neither light nor dark. The Primarch. The origin of all divinity. The one who would not tolerate balance. Astraea’s face paled. “You’ve doomed us both.” “Perhaps,” I said, smiling faintly, “but at least I’ve doomed us honestly.” The crack widened, spilling darkness that devoured light. Even the Shadowfire recoiled from it. I felt my power waver under the weight of something infinite pressing through. Then I heard it, a voice that didn’t echo so much as rewrite the silence itself.