Warhammer 40k Sensei Novels & Stories

“Your observation is as keen as ever. You really are a Greater Celestial. Indeed I am wary. My senses keep crying out, warning me that we face a predator, not a prey. And this is a fight we cannot avoid. So my senses tell me.” The lanky man was taken aback. His lieutenant had never been wrong at judging such situations. Just like him, his superior was a Greater Celestial. And his bloodline skill- his glow- was a very rare one. It had been dubbed ‘The Sense’ by all who knew him. It had a simple yet vital function. It allowed him to judge and assess the danger levels of his enemies. This skill had saved many lives. So, if he said the little kid was a threat, then he was a threat.

And now I’m the one feeling his stare burning into the side of my face. “Today we’re going to try something exciting.” Sensei says, folding his hands and sporting one of his mischievous grins that either means he’s gonna make us beat the shit out of each other, or he’s gonna beat the shit out of us himself. His sharp gaze scans through us like laser beams. “Think of it as a step further; a test of if you’re really ready to face danger; to face an enemy equal to you in combat, tactics and strength.”

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” Every single one of them was a well-known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could determine one’s life and death. After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table. “This man here is the Wolf King.” What?!

"This is it. His enemy is a level two warrior emperor. Do you think our Supreme Leader can defeat the enemy?" The Third Elder of Taurus Hall clenched his fist tightly as he was feeling nervous. Severin waved his hand at the front. Subsequently, a spiritual energy palm appeared with a light golden glow. "I think this attack is the best attack to represent the power of a level three warrior emperor. Mister Stewards, let's see if you can handle it!"

Conversations in the arenas where celestial warriors trained were infused with the spirit of discipline and determination, as Maximus sparred with them, imparting not only combat skills but also the ethos of cosmic responsibility. Limah, the ethereal guardian, conducted conversations among the Eclipse Sowers to ensure that cosmic rituals were finely tuned to pacify the disturbances. Mystics, inspired by Maximus's unwavering commitment, channeled energies that resonated with the harmonious equilibrium sought in the cosmic realms.

He sensed Tami’s presence; he was twitchy, he wanted to go after them and stop them, but did not know how, he still did not know he had super powers, the only person who can lead and direct him was his sister Regina. He skreiched in discomfort, the closer they got the more hurt he felt, his head started spinning faster, his hands started turning black as well as his eyes, his body started burning. Amira sensed his conversion and rushed towards his room, she got more worried when he found him not there. He rushed to her father’s chamber. she banged the door, slamming herself against the wall, she looked petrified, waking up Njeru. Her eyes were swollen from the cry she had last night.

The figure stared at him for a long moment before answering, his voice heavy and echoing across the entire dimension. “I am Kavros, one of the Seven Arks of War, the spirits who taught the First War God to extinguish his wrath before conquering the world.” He paused, then added coldly, “And you are a student unworthy of the title.” His eyes glowed red behind the mask. Rayden narrowed his gaze. “I didn’t come here to be anyone’s student.” Kavros chuckled softly, his voice like steel dragged across stone.

] [Necromancer Class skills- Resurrect(Elite) Negate(Elite)] [Dragon Sentinel Class Skills- Innate spellcasting(Epic), Dragon's breath(Unique), Zone of Truth(Unique), Staggering Smite(Unique), Negative Energy Flood(Unique), Living Shadow(Unique)] [Necrosmith class skills- Craft(Unique)] {Blood Domain(Epic) -Vision of final moments, Black curse, Debuff immunity, Crimson veins} {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life} {Reduce the MP cost of all skills and abilities to 1}

Having his picture in the paper was the last thing he wanted, and the pompous elf accused him of doing it on purpose. "It is a Warrior's job to know everything. How can you protect John Relco if you do not know everything that is going on around him? How are you to protect your world if you are not diligent in your observation of your surroundings? A Warrior uses his senses. Taste your environment. Feel your surroundings. Hear the very wind around you and allow it to speak to you."

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"