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

Kierra asks, looking around the room. "I assumed that alphas were the firstborn, whether male or female," Sienna replies. "Let me tell you another story. As I said, I'm Maverick and Eva's aunt. However, I am over four hundred years old. I have seen many things. Many years ago, the male alphas were the only ones in power. No matter if a female was the firstborn, the first male pup was made alpha. The goddess Astraea didn't like that women could be leaders in other species, but werewolves were living in the dark ages, so she got Selene's approval to change the balance of power within the wolf packs. Astraea chose several wolf packs who weren't powerful and ensured the Alpha and Luna only had a

She praised as I took breaths in between while punching the girl I was sparring with. "Okay, how about we bring our elite warriors then?" She said as she mindlinked someone from the pack. And that's when twelve ladies wearing grey chest armors came forth, and I almost fainted when I saw the female doctor with them. "She's also a warrior?" I asked in disbelief. I mean, I didn't know her, but seriously. Since when did a wolf have two careers. "Oh, right,I forgot to inform you," She sheepishly looked at me and continued "Yes she is, Max allowed her to train the newbies since she's also one of our best here and it will definitely benefit her if she gets attacked while on duty."

Power radiated from her, raw and untamed, the air crackling with electricity. Veyra's smirk faltered for the first time. "So this is the power of the Primarch," she said, trying to sound confident. "Guess what? I have it too." She raised the staff high, summoning even more revenants. They surged toward Seraphine in a wave of earth and flame.

They could probably feel it the same way Varek had. The palace doors opened before we reached them, revealing a long hallway lit by torches that burned with flames that didn't flicker. At the end of the hallway, seated on a throne carved from black stone, was the Primarch. She was the most terrifying woman I have ever seen.

Then she spoke the word like a curse: “A Primarch.” Alexander froze. Lena felt sick. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered. Sable folded her arms. “The Primarch is the highest form of purge evolution—neither human nor weapon. A being of raw, unfiltered purge essence. They were myths. Warnings. No one thought a Primarch could manifest again.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “And you wanted THIS?” Sable shook her head. “No. I wanted control.” Her eyes flicked to Elias.

A month or so later, my mate, beta, gamma, general and my close friend rushed to me, all wearing faces masked in worry. "Cimone, we have urgent news!" I turned away from my desk that I stood in front of, looking over our territory map. I looked at them all, then addressed my general. "What is the matter, Prudence?" Her mouth opened to speak, but it looked as if something crawled in it and jammed it shut. My heart went still at the raw emotion I saw in her eyes. Prudence was another close friend of mine. She was a great warrior from my sister's pack that decided to come and start over with me. She and her wolf, Helena, are great at their job. We ride into battle together at all times, with my

Ignoring the excruciating pain, I pulled out several of my fangs to experiment. The results were astonishing. The moon stones I crafted were twice as powerful as ordinary ones. While average stones only boosted healing by 10%, my fang-crafted stones could elevate an Omega to a Beta, even offering a chance to ascend to Alpha. Our pack hadn't seen such powerful moon stones in 70 years. Enduring bone-deep agony, I extracted my sharpest canine, hoping to create the ultimate moon stone. And I succeeded. On the day of the Alpha selection, I confidently brought my moon stone, ready to amaze everyone.

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

Sitting in the chair was a woman. She looked like me. She looked like the 01-B clone. But she was older. Her hair was a shock of white, and her skin was a map of glowing red and green circuitry. She wasn't a simulation. She was the **Prime Weaver**—the original Subject 00. "Mother?" I whispered, my heart stopping. The woman opened her eyes. They weren't brown, or violet, or even emerald. They were **White**. The color of the Void.