Warhammer Book Of Grudges Novels & Stories

Randall was about to reprimand her for barging in when she interrupted him, uttering the very words that made Randall's world come to a standstill. "The Grimoire of The Ancient is missing, Alpha Randall. We have a big problem." *** Alpha Randall, Kellan, Aldric, Merikh, Klara, and, of course, Visha all stood in total silence, that you could hear their very own heartbeats in the courtroom. The heaviness was so thick, thick enough to steal the breath from their lungs. The Grimoire of The Ancient is an ancient book passed down from generations in the Blood Crescent pack. It contains all the ancient battle strategies, sacred knowledge, and unique, powerful spells known only to the Alphas of the

The massive oak door groans softly as I push it open, and the familiar scent of parchment, dust, and candle wax hits me like a comforting cloak. Shelves tower around me, lined with records older than my grandmother’s stories. Somewhere in here lies what I need, a crack in the Grayhide Pack’s walls, a weakness I can exploit when the time is right. I light a single candle, shielding the flame with my hand. The golden glow barely touches the endless rows of leather-bound books and crumbling scrolls. My fingers trace the spines, reading faded lettering. Territorial Disputes, 3rd Era… Pack Genealogies… Alpha Succession Rites…

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

"I have watched over the Necromancers a long time. And this war against the Witches has gone on long enough. When you were brought into this world, I not only saw that you possessed the Reinhardt Talent, but also, that you would have a power like no other Reinhardt that has come before you. I went to the Great Ones and pleaded to them. I begged them to grant me a form in your world so I might guide you in putting an end to the senseless killing." Staring at him, I felt my hands shake. End the war between the Necromancers and Witches? "But, they killed my birth parents," I said. The anger burned slow, raising in me something I didn't recognize. "They've killed thousands of Necromancers across

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

The betrayal of their long time partner was what struck the old werewolves of the Blood Wolves clan when that night fell down upon them. Priestess Eva sighed while dispersing the memories of that night before asking for a scroll of paper and pen from General Markus who is next to her. Jared hurriedly stood up without waiting for General Markus to move, and he took out a long scroll of white paper while Soran handed a pen to Priestess Eva. She flattened the paper on the table and raised her hand to drew countless intersecting lines on the originally blank surface.

I was ready to be a servant to alpha Gritus. The mere mention of alpha Gritus sends shivers down the spine of anyone who knows him. He was highly revered in the dark world for his gruesome experiment with wolves, people of his own kind. He is well known for his depravity and the cruelty he was capable of. He is someone you could tag as crazy and insane—his heart black as the night sky. Alpha Gritus had deep seated hatred for Oceanwolf pack. He had waged a long and bitter war against them in the shadows and he had sworn to entirely destroy them and annihilate them from the surface of the earth.

Tyr Snow swirls around Hawthorn Academy as I close my car door and step onto the street. The place looks abandoned, some of its stones blackened from fire and the windows dark, but I know better than to believe what I see. The Silver Hunters might hate anyone else who uses magic, but that's only because they're salty that they aren't innately good at it. They have no problem using spells to get what they want. Which makes them annoying but also useful to me.

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.