Warhammer 40k Soldier Novels & Stories

He looked down at the body and placed the small figurine in the boy's hand. " Rest in peace Icarus. I swear. I’ll avenge you." Kronos stood up as a new scent reached his nose, a smell he didn't know. Moments later, a patrol of four Imperial soldiers wearing black armor approached him. The armor had a pointed helm with two squared holes leaving the eyes minimally exposed. Attached to the top was a tiger head shaped ornament piece.The shoulders were rounded, very long and enormous. They were decorated with two curved animal horns on each side, placed on the front and backside.

I told her. "Okay. So uhm. Getting my facts right, I found out that it says, which is very ridiculous to me ; THE SCHOOLING SOLDIER, or something like THE SCHOLAR WARRIOR. Whichever, but it means a soldier who goes to school, you know like a learned warrior. The word, "THE" is also very emphasized." Like a light bulb, the idea came to me, then I stood up from the infirmary bed, taking out the needle from my vein, still on my cannonner, I made for the door as I said to her.

A voice yelled from the distance. Damn it! I groaned as I look up to a soldier, standing in the distance where the forest meets the beach. He wore a grey uniform that was quite similar to Manor's with a crossbow in hand aimed at me. This must be one of the soldiers guarding Diomondi, if I remember correctly they are descendants of the Reassuring Peace team that helped the chosen messiah stop the god war. The best of the best from all races were brought together to form this team. Now their descendants take over the role of guarding Diomondi to make sure the devils and ancient evils stay in Zakheaven. Manor immediately sits up and salutes the soldier. " Version 4.1 reporting for duty!" Manor

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

The massive steel ramp slowly lowered, hitting the glowing mud with a heavy thud. Through the thick smoke pouring from the interior, a figure emerged. It wasn't a wasteland scavenger in rags. It was a soldier, clad in sleek, advanced tactical armor that made the Board's Shock-Troopers look ancient. The armor was painted matte white, accented with gold, and bore the insignia of a golden sunburst. The soldier lowered their heavy plasma rifle, looking at Dax, then at the rest of the Iron Wolves sitting on our heavily modified, glowing bikes.

It likely wouldn't be much use against an enemy mech, but it was comforting nonetheless. I could see several figures in the distance, advancing toward us. Clouds of breath fogged the air above them. Four Axion soldiers, each outfitted in black, full-body combat armour that was left over from the early hours of the Third World War. They carried large assault rifles, each as polished and perfect as Axion's mechs.

A holster hung across his torso while a tablet occupied one of his giant hands. However, it wasn't just the sight of this male that had Camille's mouth dry and knees suddenly feeling like jelly. The third soldier was just as tall as his partner but with skin a soft blue. Like Kal, his hair was brilliant white but cropped short in a much more classic military style. His eyes were just as bright but more yellow but their primal intensity was unmistakable. Unlike Kal and the other male, Camille noted that there were no white speckles on his temples and the symbols on his brow and chin appeared different even if they were the same white as Kal's.

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him