Warhammer Book Of Grudges Novels & Stories

Codex Umbra: Forbidden Forms and the Repercussions of Shadowwork Veins of the Vale: Mapping the Ancestral Ether in Delta Bloodlines The Tyrant’s Mirror: How Empaths Unraveled the War of Seven Wills Of Flame and Stone: House Emberdark’s Fall and the Quiet Curse that Followed Declarations Made in Silence: Oaths Taken Beneath the Aureum Sky A few volumes had no titles at all—only sigils etched into their bindings in deep crimson ink or embossed with fading gold leaf. One bore the unmistakable crest of House Blackwood, and though my hand twitched toward it, I didn’t reach. It didn’t feel like mine to touch.

I love them both enough to keep their secret, but there was nowhere to hide him. “My father will find you no matter where you run to.” I’m honest. The door downstairs flies open and we both freeze. Through smell, I can tell it is a pack of male wolves with Glynn and my father included. Anger is pouring from their energy, and so is this weird, all-knowing pride. “I’m scared,” Booker whines like a house pet.

It hadn't stopped her killer from cutting her brake lines and sending her off that bridge. Gabriele's love hadn't saved her either. So what good was love? What good was mercy? I picked up the brush again. Started over. One. Two. Three. Papa had raised me to be a blade. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. Elena had been the gentle one. The peacemaker. The one who believed family was sacred. I was the one who understood that family could be like wolfsbane. Deadly to the touch. Four. Five. Six

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and— Stopped. There, nestled between two massive grimoires, was a book that didn’t belong. It was smaller, wrapped in black hide, no title. A circular crest gleamed faintly on the cover, a silver wolf’s head bisected by a black sword, the same we saw in the tunnel the other day. I knew that crest, its Blackwood sigil. My lungs tightened. My hand moved before my brain could catch up. I pulled the book free. Dust billowed, I coughed hard.. My heart beat faster.

Swoosh! Archfiend Antigonus' eyes turned blood-red and he did not say a word. However, the rage in his heart had grown intense. He had waited for the war for too long and he would not allow himself to be defeated. General Grunt ran over to the Nine Heaven Emperor and said, "Your Majesty, the enemies had been completely defeated. It's our time to fight back!" As he spoke, his eyes flickered with urgency. 'I've earned my credit by providing the secret letter. I'll be able to gain more credit when I kill more of the fiend race armies.'

The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.