Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"By the power vested on me, I, Claudian Alexander IV, the Alpha King of Waevalon Kingdom, hereby give to you the military rank of general. You, Rachelle Simon of Dark Soul Pack, are the first female general to have been recorded for history. In a short span of time, from being a battle commander, you have managed to be a general. Serve your life with me and together, we will protect our people of Waevalon Kingdom." He pinned me on the gold-plated medal on my left chest of my uniform. My breath hitched just as how close we were right now. I managed to see his long eyelashes and how flawless his skin was. His hands that were almost touching my breasts were sending shivers down my spine. I caug

Those fuckers had ruined loneliness for me. A circular door opened in the base of the hill, like a hobbit hole, and a tall woman flanked by more women in unnecessarily shiny armour came out. The tall woman had platinum blonde hair that was woven into all sorts of braids. The French would have been outraged. Lofty looked me up and down. “This is him? Good work, Guardian.” “Thank you, Primus,” said Telma. There was a strange pitch change to her voice and her cheeks were flushed. Obvious girl crush is obvious.

You will never marry a mortal, you are a goddess, your place is here. Mother turned away then, her glowy silk gown flowing behind till she stopped and turned to me. "Alpha Kael will be dead in four days. Maybe then I'll stop hearing the silly prayers his people keep offering." Then she was gone, her footsteps echoing against the cobblestones rhythmically while I stood there stifling the shock. Quickly, I opened the portal again. Alpha Kael was on his bed, surrounded by servants and physicians. His skin had grown discoloured from the disease, his cheekbones sunken and hollow. There wasn't much time left.

Now, the time of the prophecy draws near. In the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands, a young wolf princess named Lillias MacCrae feels the pull of fate tugging at her soul. Born with the deep purple eyes of the Moon Goddess’s blessing, Lillias has always known she is different. She is bound by duty to her pack, a royal lineage that ties her to the divine. But her heart yearns for freedom, for love, for something more than the life she has been promised.

“Kakiye* (what)” “Okay, so the first thing. I found my mate at my forced birthday party that I know you encouraged Travis in holding. So thank you for that. She is amazing, Mama. A Warrior, amazing fighter. She tried to take me down, and believe fully that she could without missing a beat. What's better still is that she is a twin. Her twin is the Alpha Michel’s first born twin.” “I no like that Alpha. I do not Trust him,”

We had all fully responded to our primal nature and were ready for a vicious encounter. After a long pause that entailed all of us getting into combat positions and staring deep at each other, Elijah finally spoke. "You can take her! She is an abomination like you anyways" said Elijah, after which he told his werewolves to stand down and immediately, they all stepped back.

"First of all let's get Raziah and Dark powers then we will take down Chaos, it won't be easy but we will give it a shot. I have never seen someone living up to his name like him. I have often wondered how he made a witch fall in love with him, then become friends with Raziah and the Vampire Prince." The unknown woman stood up to her feet, then turned to face Amaya. "I will be going now, I will see you the day after tomorrow, at the war front precisely. Make sure everything is set in your own end, Dark mustn't escape out plan unless you want to sell yourself out to him."

Kieth furrowed his brows and questioned. “No. The female Alphas have their own duels. When Amelia was 18, she fought with all the female Alphas and became the Superior Female Alpha. As long as the Supreme Alpha does not challenge her, or vice versa, they can exist together, both standing at the apex of their groups.” Steven could not hide the pride flashing through his eyes. “Also, you should be glad that she is a female Alpha. If she was allowed to challenge us, I am afraid you would not stand a chance!” Kieth playfully smirked.

Keith said, and I shrugged my shoulders. "She is the lead warrior's daughter," I said "Come on, man. You can't be serious. You are really planning on making her the Werewolf Queen," Keith said "She is strong," I said "She isn't meant to be queen. Your fated mate is meant to be queen," Keith replied "She isn't around, and you know I am grateful for that. I don't need a mate because they are a weakness," I said "They are not a weakness, Blake. You should wait for your mate," Keith replied

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation