Warhammer 40k Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And the moans coming from inside the alleys were still sounding with that vigorous debauchery. "Tennebris, sin of Wrath," she replied, snorting. Her pink hair seemed to shine a little brighter as she seemed to remember the subject. "What he has of hot, he has of stupid, cretin, pig, dirty, filthy.” I laughed, following her down the street. "And are you together?” "Of course not "she hurried to say. "We hate each other.” It was impossible not to notice the similarities. How much I thought Vraxlon all that and owner of everything that would put me on my knees effortlessly. It seems that fallen angels were more complicated than humans.

I mumbled as I realized that every card we had burned into flames as soon as he stepped foot into our base. "We need to throw in the flag. I don't see us surviving this war." Vic said slowly. I slowly closed my eyes and held my tongue because all hope was now gone. "You can't seriously think about giving up?" A Goddess I never heard before asked. I stiffened as my eyes shot open. "Klaus?" I gritt. I blinked my eyes a few times as I stared at a Goddess that looked like a spitting image of Klaus. She walked forward as she rolled her eyes.

Auditory texture like a saw cutting through bone, amplified to a volume that made my eardrums pop. The sound made the nanoweave of Neoma’s suit vibrate against her skin. My teeth rattled. "Wolfy?" Barzil asked. His voice was a low rumble. "What is coming?" I looked at the reading. Class 5 Kinetic Entity. Nuclear Core. Barzil-Steel Chassis. "He didn't just build weapons," I whispered. My throat constricted. I couldn't swallow. "He built a champion." The smoke swirled. Two burning red lenses, the size of dinner plates, ignited in the gloom. They glowed with a steady, pulsating heat.

The smell greatly burns my nose, the smell that wasn't here a second ago: gas. I saw a spark in the middle and then the blazing fire crawled as quickly as lightning! They won't give me a break! Instead of continuously defending myself, I accepted the scorch for a short moment, then summoned all of my spellbooks and created a mighty pillar of light together with a ranging gust. The floor is cleared and the ground rumbles. Every word I utter quivers their heads as I speak, "Killing an Eldar won't make you any better! Do you think you are using your enchantment righteously!? Such power should not be wielded by those with little brains... like you!"

I tightened my grip, then I drove the blade into the lock with all my strength… the lock shattered as the heavy door creaked before slowly swinging open. A blade suddenly flew out from inside. I reacted instantly as I raised my sword and knocked it away. The weapon spun through the air before crashing against the wall. I stepped inside. “Alpha Cassian!” Lucien's furious voice thundered through the room. “You came to my pack for war!” I raised my sword. “You're the one who made it a war.” Lucien's eyes darkened. Then his body began to tremble as his bones cracked and muscles expanded. His body transformed as a terrifying growl echoed through the room, Elara and Beta Andrew shifted as well.

We stood on a platform of translucent mercury that floated in a void of obsidian shadow, while around us, fourteen pillars of black-light rose like ribs into a sky of violet-white fire. Sitting upon the thrones were the architects of my agony. My father, his skin a patchwork of silver-circuitry and frozen amber; Jackson’s father, the High Chancellor with eyes like polished lead; and the First Alpha, a being of prehistoric shadow whose presence made the "Grey Virus" in our blood scream in recognition.

"You have the Red Blood. It belongs to the Hive. Relinquish the Source, or I will delete this sector and everyone in it." The armored version of me raised a hand, and a beam of red energy incinerated the truck directly behind us, turning twenty Resistance soldiers into ash in a heartbeat. "She’s a **Counter-Build**," Fenris growled, drawing his broadsword. "The Reapers didn't just reboot. They printed a version of you that doesn't have a heart."

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

she tells me as I nod, walking inside. The smell is what hits me first. Charred meat and burnt hair. Walking slowly forward, I look over at the first warrior. He is stocky, strong and about average height. The machine beeps steadily, checking his vitals. Hopefully, his wolf will help him heal so he can wake up soon. All down his left side, his entire body has been seared. “Get me something to clean the wound,” I demand as the nurse runs out of the door.

"But what are we going to do with the angels? They're closing in on us." "We'll be retaliating, so make sure we have more than their numbers, okay?" she replied, dropping the green liquid into the corpse's bowels again. She smiled as they churned and writhed before her eyes, a life separate from its owner. "We're in a war, after all." The Pocket (Beyond Time)