Warhammer 40k Legions List Novels & Stories

“This is 2nd lt. Lilith Grayson, we’re from the same company.” “Nice to meet you.” 2nd lt. Lilith Grayson greeted them with a slight bow. “I’m in 3rd level elemental weapons. How about you guys?” “Wind mage, rank 2.” Dorin said with a grin, then looked at Johan who was fuddling inside the survival kit and already had a chunk of bread in his mouth. “Oh, that’s right, we haven’t had breakfast yet!” thought Dorin. “Fire mage.” Johan answered after gulping his bread. “Is this all the food we get?”

These eight were the archangels. Archangel Michael, commander of the Legion Michael, angel of War and Power Archangel Raphael, commander of the Legion Raphael, angel of Vitality and Healing Archangel Gabriel, commander of the Legion Gabriel, angel of Messages and Guidance Archangel Uriel, commander of the Legion Uriel, angel of Wisdom and Fire Archangel Raguel, commander of the Legion Raguel, angel of Justice Archangel Sarakiel, commander of the Legion Sarakiel, angel of Peace Archangel Lucifer, commander of the Legion Lucifer and the bright morning star, angel of music and radiance

The armor that these Knights wore gave out a distinct luster while their silken scarves and capes looked brand new, but stranger still they all seemed to be laughing and cheering, it was the Dwyle clan again, celebrating the fact that there was still some war left to fight in. “Damned bastards” Lurti scowls as he spits on their direction. I could see the Legionnaire Cohorts the 23rd, the 35th and the 29th also getting into formation while the Spearman Cohort 19th and the 78th also move in for the march. In the back were the Musket Gunner Cohort the 60th all, hurriedly strapping their muskets to their backs. I get in formation with the rest as Trosdig starts banging his shield with his sword,

********** Storm followed Tasha through the busy city streets, the bright lights and blaring sounds overwhelming her sensitive werewolf senses. “This place is amazing,” Storm whispered, and Tasha smiled. “It is, isn't it? This is my pack. The Crescent pack,” Storm has never heard of the pack before though. All she knew was her own pack. She had never even attempted to leave. Her pack was a very small one, they had everything they needed in the pack, and even low omegas like her never had the privilege to step outside the gate. Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open.

"Send an automated broadcast ahead of the convoy. Override their localized comm-towers so it plays on every internal channel they have. Tell them the Blackwood Legion is opening a secure, temperature controlled supply line to feed their civilian sectors through the oncoming ionization storm, on one condition." Liam leaned forward, his icy-blue eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he caught onto her strategy. The rigid traditional warfare he had been raised on was being systematically dismantled and rewritten by the woman standing before him. "They lease their heavy vanguard battalions to our central command structure to protect the logistics lines," Liam finished for her, a slow predatory sm

Armor from different eras. Different kingdoms. Different centuries. Some carried swords reduced to fragments. Others wielded spears blackened with age. A few still bore banners. Torn banners from nations long erased from history. And at the front marched giants. Not monsters. Humans. Or what had once been human. Warriors nearly ten feet tall. Their bones glowed faintly beneath cracked skin. Blue fire burned within empty eye sockets. Every step they took shook the ground. The Grave Legions. The name suddenly felt inadequate.

Legions. Not soldiers of men. But of the Veil. Creatures shaped from memory and madness. They walked quietly. They were tall giants with black skin and bright symbols on their bodies. There were also smaller creatures. These creatures had no faces, only one blue flame for an eye. Smoke-wolves. Flame-born vultures. Things that had no names in any of the old tomes. Marching straight toward Silver More. “By the stars,” Aelin whispered. “There’s… there’s thousands.”