Warhammer Crossover Archive Novels & Stories

he said. He kissed me then, and it wasn't a collision or a distraction. It was a Veto against the rest of the world. In the heart of the most advanced technology ever created, we were the only two things that mattered. The Archive was closed. The war was over. And for the first time in three generations, the Richard name wasn't a burden. It was just a name. The story of the Architects of Chaos has reached its final stabilization. But in a world with a sentient grid and a free humanity, what is the next high-value step for the Triumvirate?

“He told me never to open this place. Said it held ghosts.” “Let’s see what kind of ghosts.” The lock accepted the key with a heavy click. The door groaned open, revealing a stone corridor lit only by the flickering flame. They stepped inside. Dust coated everything. Old portraits stared at them with cracked eyes. Shelves lined with relics—files, boxes, journals—marked with Blackwood insignias. “This is a war archive,” Isabella breathed. “It’s not just family history. It’s intelligence.” Alexander moved to a desk and opened a drawer.

It’s in the notes from a ten-year-old file. Cross Legal. Not Cross Industries. Not Nathaniel. But his father’s old legal team — the one that handled the mess when his father died and the will got ugly. They had a shared archive. I shouldn’t still have access. But no one ever cleans things as well as they think they do. It takes three tries to get past the dead passwords. On the fourth, I’m in. The archive is a graveyard of contracts and settlements. Ninety percent of it is useless to me. But then there it is — a document with a shell company name I remember seeing on Cross’s old offshore filings. I click it open.

“If the archive evolved...” A pause. “If the others are connected—” “They are.” Arthur closed his eyes. “Oh no.” Gabriel sighed. “What now?” Arthur looked genuinely horrified. “Contagion.” Silence. Ama felt her stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” Arthur answered quietly. “Systems learn from each other.” Nobody liked where this was going. “The archive wasn't isolated,” Arthur continued. “It exchanged validation models with other pillars.” Naomi nodded reluctantly. “Yes.” Gabriel crossed his arms.

[ Cassandra ] “I’ll be waiting outside if you need privacy to do your research but make sure no one comes here. There are very rare and confidential documents preserved here.” Dominic said once we were in the archives of pack’s library. It was the closed area where no one had the permission to trespass. But I knew exactly where the confidential files were kept. “I only need to see the chronicles or history of werewolves’ evolution to see if I am missing something that is connected to our past. You can help me to find the right documents since there are thousands of books and I don’t know where to begin with.”

He pleased earnestly. "Miss Bryan, I'm Arlene Bryan!" I hollered in frustration. "Oh, I'm really sorry. Please, don't let us lose our jobs." He attempted to hold my arm again but I immediately yanked my hand away and pointed my finger to the short man. "Don't you dare touch me." I threatened, "Tell my mother that I'm going out to a place that's very important so she such stop being such an annoying d**k" I angrily stormed out of the compound and walked to Swan's Atelier.

It was a trait that, according to King Alaric, they inherited from their mother. “I heard you come in,” the princess added when he did not respond to her call. Smiling, he walked towards her and sat on the chair opposite hers. “What are these?” he asked, eyeing the parchments scattered on the table. Madeleine shrugged. “Some record of the war between Vrasambail and Galvanith. A special interest of mine, as you well know.” He did know. “I have always wondered why. What attracts you to that story?”

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"

Her blood wreaks of pure power. My father stands from his seat. ‘If you and my daughter can put your differences aside and learn to love each other. Then our races can put our differences aside and fight together as one. Nathan, Alex, Theo and Leo. Contact all the packs. They are to prepare themselves and join the fight against Lord Atticus immediately. Make sure Alpha Varan and Alpha Greg are contacted first. I will organise our warriors now.’ He says and leaves the room. Nathan, Alex, Theo and Leo also leave the hall. ‘So what do we do, now?’ Amara asks.

Now I commanded armies from every nation, every species, every faction that had once wanted to destroy each other. "Tell them five minutes," I said, rubbing my eyes. When had I slept last? Two days ago? Three? The war room hummed with activity. Screens showed Project Bulwark's progress, building barriers at the Void's edge using materials that theoretically could resist erasure. Other screens displayed Project Beacon, where teams attempted to create lesser reality anchors at strategic points worldwide. Project Exodus mapped evacuation routes. Project Archive preserved everything. Project Resurrection tried to retrieve what we'd already lost.