Warhammer 40k Lamenters Book Novels & Stories

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And then, she saw another somewhat familiar name. “Duke Liam Almandine marched to the South with Archmage Heinrich Hyacinth... and the Army of Lycans.” She mumbled the names, she voiced her suspicions. “Liam...” A sliver of thought passed her mind. That coffee cup... She focused back on the book and read the story through the night. She finished the book at three in the morning, thanks to her talent for fast reading. In the last chapter, the Villain won the war. He killed everyone. He killed the two main characters, but Harriet weirdly felt that wasn’t the important thing here.

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

It's not like there seems to be a curse attached to my life just because I understand the words of necromancers. "B-but, that's only a myth...right? It's not real." I want her to say yes, because I feel like I can't get out of this feeling if it gets any worse. I saw that Elijah felt guilty and worried because of my expression. "I'm sorry, Ales. It's just a myth and has never been proven. Death in Wysteria is a very rare case and we have not encountered someone who's able to talk with necromancers. The legend assumed it's terrible luck to talk to these creatures ," he explained to me. "Don't mind it, Ales. If it's indeed real, I am here to protect you and I won't let you die—"

"What do you mean?" "Just what I said. I heard Dagon myself, all of his brothers are after her, and once he discovers her, so will their father." A silence settled over the group. It was broken by Holly. "I really hate being talked about like I don't exist. Can you please explain what's going on? The Four Horsemen herald the end of the world, don't they? Why would they want anything to do with me?" "Your soul," Lachesis answered. "Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls."

With a swift and deadly motion, I sent her flying into the wall behind Raphael, the impact sending dust and debris flying everywhere. The sudden influx of Necromancers was like a dark tide, flooding into the room with a ferocity that was almost palpable. For a moment, they paused, their eyes fixed on the lifeless form of their leader, lying motionless on the floor. It was a fleeting moment of hesitation, but it was enough to confirm my suspicion - the dead Necromancer had indeed been their leader.

he cleared his throat, "Celestine," "Actually, there are few words I would like to say before that... grand communion." I froze in my tracks, turning to face my people, " A lot has happened, and I missed out on a lot of lost battles, wins, and new beginnings. Today I promise you, I will right every wrong Valdomore has caused us, and even though A.R.E.S labs have become our number one enemy, by rebranding themselves as W.C.K.D, I think there is hope. I worked with these people, for years and now that my memory is back I can vouch for them---" my speech was disrupted by low mumbles, "I know, I know... it's hard to hear, hard to believe but together we will fix this world, I---"

Then he screams one final time and the corrupted energy detonates. The explosion is massive. Purple light consuming everything in a hundred-foot radius. When it clears, Nathan Price is gone. So are the six corrupted hybrids. Nothing left but scorched earth and silence. I collapse. Liam catches me before I hit the ground. "It's over," I whisper. "Not yet." I look up. He's staring at the southern horizon. Where another army is approaching. Larger. Faster. And at the front, unmistakable even from this distance, is Kessler.

The Source had sensed the active Seed in its graveyard. Intrusion detected, a booming, ancient resonance vibrated through the static. The Failed Seeds must be purged. The New Seed must be reclaimed. From the depths of the static, the "Harvesters of the Dead" emerged. They weren't the Centurions we had fought on Earth. They were "Wraiths"—creatures of pure, entropic data designed to scavenge the Liminal Zone. They looked like giant, skeletal hands made of black glass, reaching through the mist to snatch the flickering ghosts of the failed children.

"We're building something to take its place." Ashiel took her hand. "It's a better legacy than any bloodline," he said. "It's a choice." The Remnant led them onward, towards the dark silhouette of the Black Crags. The final source of the corruption awaited them but for the first time, Liora didn't feel like she was walking towards a doomed, solitary battle. She was part of a growing network of light, a web of stories being woven back together, one memory at a time. The war wasn't over, but they had just recruited an army. An army of rememberers.