Warhammer 40k Religion Novels & Stories

Chapter 57: King Kyro Ares I stepped out of the swirling nothingness of my portal into a forested area. The sound of my foot falls was squishy as I walked across the moss covered ground. It’s a reflection of the wet weather conditions here. There was a rainy mist in the air. Pairing that with the humidity it created a steamy, foggy environment. I have never been here before, but it wasn’t hard for me to locate. I am the God of war after all. This place is hidden from the naked eye. Not many supernatural’s can see what is really here, magic, and lots of it. I smile as paranormal beings flee, running to their homes where they feel safe. They are right to run. If I don’t get my way, I’ll burn t

It hurts me deeply, scaring my ears and senses. He laughs. "At least I kept my little Eve alive," he teases - a reference to an old, dusty-covered brown book of symbols and prophets. "I am the one true GOD," he boasts, bringing us to a landing by what looks to be a decent-sized civilization. "So there are people alive!" I cry with excitement. "Not people," he tuts and ways a finger in my eyes. "Men!" That last word drips with venom. His fangs bear and he looks less human and more wolf, just for a split second.

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

He stood tall, immovable, his silhouette carved against the lantern light like a verdict the world itself had no choice but to obey. When he spoke, it was not a statement. Not even a declaration. It was the truth. “I…”His voice dropped, deep and resonant, vibrating through bone and breath. “…AM THE GOD OF WAR.” The tent felt it… the wooden beams, the ground underneath, everything seemed to tremble under the force of that certainty. Even the flames bowed, shrinking lower as if in reverence… or perhaps fear. A heartbeat later… Lucien slammed his fist against the table. Maps jumped. Ink pots rattled. It was a sound that didn’t just echo… it promised death.

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

someone muttered. Orion’s gaze flicked to me, then back to Vera. “This isn’t just Nyx anymore. It’s turning into belief.” The projection flickered and cut. Silence pressed down, thick and uneasy. I leaned toward Vera, voice low. “We’re not just fighting an enemy.” She nodded once. “We’re fighting an idea.” “Nyx and that avatar,” I said. “They’re becoming a religion for wolves who feel cornered.” Her hand slid under the table and found mine. Warm. Solid.

Idris raised a brow and sat up straight. “That's a lot of questions fired off at once. I'll answer as much as I can. Those people at the cellar are what you would call Crazy. They call themselves Vaeliens. They worship the book. And there are 2 different kinds of these Vaeliens, the ones that don't think their god needs a keeper, you they probably won't hesitate to kill you given the chance but, they don't want to anger their god”. He scoffed using an air quote. “And there are ones that believe awakening your power can awaken the power of their god, making it more active and providing them with more power. Hence your abductors”. He kept quiet for a while staring at Caelith who was silent. Ca

"Every god ever worshipped gained physical form when the Void threatened. They fought alongside us. Now Earth-Sanctus is a theocracy where divine beings govern directly." "That sounds like a nightmare," a witch muttered behind me. "To you, perhaps. To us, it is paradise. Divine guidance in all matters." Lumina's glow intensified. "The Convergence is prophesied in our holy texts. Seven realities becoming one kingdom under unified divine rule." "Not happening," Xavier said flatly. "Earth-Prime is secular. We won't submit to religious governance." "Then you reject salvation," Lumina said sadly. The fifth portal was different from all others. It didn't shine or hum with power. It absorbed light.

His mouth barely moved as Drust said, “It’s all about blood.” “Blood?” August nearly spat back. After he stepped back from them a little, Drust replied, “Yes, all about blood. Even that new religion you pray to is based on blood sacrifice, German, so it is not uncommon.” Quintus stared at August, not understanding clearly by his dumbfounded look, but he soon glared back at Drust.

With that in mind, Gerald then asked in a rather surprised tone, “…The magnificent lord…? Are you referring to Queena?” “Indeed I am! Just so you know how powerful the magnificent lord is, I’ll let you in on a little something. You should very well be aware that there are three main religions and nine schools of thoughts, correct? Well, I’ll have you know that all three religions are already under the control of our magnificent lord! Due to that, we have religious disciples all over the world! With that in mind, know that you’ll never be able to truly escape from our magnificent lord!” sneered the old woman.