Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

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?

She begged, her voice trembling. The wolf made a small sound and started to make awkward movements as it changed into a girl. She stood up, almost naked, with only a few torn pieces covering her body. “Hi…” The girl said with a shy smile. Lin was very taken aback. She was not as scared as she was in the beginning but still, she was still a bit shaky. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” The girl ran her hand through her ginger-colored hair as she walked to the side of the room and grabbed some clothes from the floor, wearing them before finally speaking, “I’m Jenny, and I’m an omega.”

When we got to the front lines, he held the binoculars to his eyes to search out who it was exactly. I stared at the figure standing in front of the Ferals, her eyes closed, and her face tilted to the sky, her white robes swirling around her. She was a Sigma priestess, I could tell, and her face also looked familiar. "Maya… Maya!" Nanny suddenly appeared from behind me, along with her friend, Terra; they both looked like they had just run a marathon. "Jemimah is fighting with them. She is as strong as I am. All her life, she has trained to be a High Priestess, so she would bring down those walls any moment now."

Who would have thought that the relationship was going to last or lead to this? Yes, I was the first Alpha to be in bed with a Lycan. The Alpha with the most number of wars. The only Alpha that was made Alpha twice. And yes…so what If I'm a woman? To the men out there who thought someone like me couldn't pull it off — of course it cost me a lot but I still won at the end. And like Fein will say, always live more than their expectations. That's the only way to shut them up. And it did.

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.

The posture made the bruises on my neck slide out from under the collar—four pale red finger marks stretching from behind my ear down into the depths of the turtleneck. "If I am, seven Alphas will come lunging at me like rabid dogs, fighting to sink their teeth in. Your territory will be ripped to shreds. Everyone will be a corpse. You've heard the second half of the prophecy, right? The Primal Matriarch doesn't bring peace. She brings war. Every single one has died on the battlefield they made for her. You want me to become one of them?" "I know."

[Primus] The look on her face is beyond shock. Fear. No, terror. She is terrified. To be honest, so am I. “Primus,” she sucks in her breath as she very carefully, very precisely asks, "What did you do?" She closes her eyes. “You called me “Prima” and made your servants bow to me.” “Carnelia,” I try to calm her. “It’ll be alright I..” Her deep breaths move her entire body as she works hard to keep herself from being angry, "Why did you call me Prima when you know I cannot give you children!?"

Through the break stepped a figure that made every instinct scream "run." It looked human at first glance. Male, tall, dressed in armor that seemed to be made of compressed starlight. But its eyes... its eyes were voids. Empty spaces in reality that hurt to perceive. "Phoenix," it said, voice like grinding stone. "Storm. Merged." It tilted its head, studying us with those terrible non-eyes. "Impossible. Forbidden. The mixing of primordial forces." "Who are you?" Derek demanded, pulling me behind him. "I am Hunter Prime. First of the First. Keeper of the Old Laws." It took a step forward, and reality rippled around it. "You have committed the ultimate violation. Phoenix and Storm were never m

“The first war started because the dark whims were able to enter a cub. And the cub grew up to be ruthless and ambitious. She tried to—.” “SHE?” “Yes, she. A werewoman.” Rum squinted with suspicions. “Are you like superimposing your world’s history into my world’s history now? A female can be a Hitler or Voldermort. We were like you humans, we didn’t think that a female would be capable. And then the dark whims took advantage of that.” I hugged my knees and stared at my design. “So you’re saying that the dark whims chose a female to evade capture? And they actually succeeded?”

“Who are you? Why did you want to meet us?” The figure turned slightly, revealing a face that was both familiar and unsettling. It was a woman, her features sharp and commanding, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. There was something almost regal about her, an aura of authority that made her presence both intimidating and compelling. “My name is Seraphina,” she said. “I’m one of the higher-ranking members of the Primordials. I’m here to offer you a chance to understand our motives and intentions.” I narrowed my eyes, taking in her appearance. “And why should I trust anything you say? After everything that’s happened, why would we believe that you’re here to help us?”