Warhammer 40k God Emperor Novels & Stories

Should do what I always did and put the empire first. But I didn’t move. Just stood there in that hallway outside her room, listening to Nico’s voice murmuring something I couldn’t make out, listening to Nina’s quiet responses. And I made a decision. I wasn’t my father. I wouldn’t be my father. Which meant I had to let her go. Even if it killed me. Even if she was the only thing that had made me feel human in years. I had to let her go before I destroyed what was left of her.

"Every time I think we've found solid ground, something shifts underneath it again. I don't know how much more of this either of us can absorb before Thursday actually arrives." "We absorb whatever we need to," George said, reaching for my hand across the console. "One piece at a time. That's how we've survived every other version of this fight. I don't see any reason tonight should be different." I nodded, drawing whatever strength I could from the steadiness in his voice, and we finally headed back inside together, the porch light glowing warm against the dark, both of us bracing for whatever the coming hours would demand of us next.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

Red, orance, yellow, green blue and violet. The first Gods, Blood, Oracles, Yesteryear, Gray, Ben-son and Violence - they had blotted out the sun years ago. It only existed now because the AI - Eigen - allowed it to. He was growing weary with her. She could always sense his moods. He shone silver when upset with her. "You could just go and leave me here?" she suggested hopefully. He turned black at this comment - threatning her. "Or.... or you could just behave for a minute of your irritating life."

“I am the great emperor of the seven kingdoms who united them with my sweat and blood. I am the sovereign ruler and now I have moved beyond the realm of mere mortals. I am the ultimate one.” His grip tightened, lifting General Cade higher. The warriors drew their weapons, but none dared act rashly or hastily. They could feel the pressure in the air—the weight of something ancient that clung onto their emperor like a second skin. They felt something unnatural about the forest and desert which claimed over half their forces. The chambers of illusion and traps they had been through were even more unnatural but this— this was beyond unnatural. It felt worse. It was wrong. The herb lay between th

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

Minos said. "You're telling the story wrong." "I'm trying to make a point, so can you just, listen?" Cassana shrugged. She seemed to know where Minos was going. "So, after a hundred years of subjugation, after suffering under the tyrannical rule of the evil god Eon, the humans finally rose up and fought back, under the leadership of Markelus." "There we go..." Cassana quipped. "Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-"

On the robe were an azure dragon, a white tiger, a red finch, and a black tortoise. These were the four sacred beasts the Milky Way Empire worshiped. This was also the origin of the four halls. Once Nimbus entered, he immediately attracted everyone’s attention. He was the emperor of the Milky Way Empire and the strongest person in the Milky Way. Hence, he was a legendary figure. If the state banquet was not hosted today, 99% of the millions of people present would never have get the chance to see the emperor in person. One could boast about having the chance to see the emperor in person for ages.

However, he is still not giving up. (*pew* Okay... Just like a protagonist in some series... I'm a protagonist and surely I'm gonna be back alive. No short straw or a miracle in this place... everything decides if the god of luck will like you. So, hey World! Listens to this! I'm not gonna die! You hear that!?) He stands up and giving weird gestures as Mike look at the sky. Imuthis at the back only giving an awkward expression on what's Mike doing.