Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

"All of this happened millennia ago so most of it is lost to history. There are many stories, all different in a way but this they all have in common. The Emperor united the warring nations of Holy Terra under one flag before setting out to unite the colonies amongst the stars: The Great Crusade. During this crusade his oldest son, the Arch Heretic Horus, turned against him. Horus had a great lust for power and was jealous of his father's power. This caused a Civil War, splitting the empire in two. The war waged for decades, almost destroying the Imperium as a whole. During his final confrontation The Emperor fought Horus. Horus Brutally plumbed his father to the ground, nearly killing him,

After the great war, the Empire was divided into 5 lands, the Northland Warine, the Southland Marshforth, the Eastland Downbridge, the Westland Hurthend, and the middle of the empire, Runalia. Each of the lands had their own lord and was famous with many tales behind the land. Some were ferocious with only mythical creatures or beast around and some mixed with each other to learn how they could co-exist with the human.

My eyes widened, never expecting that Emyr has the last card in him while I stand alone in the middle of the angry soldiers that are glaring at me, still not accepting the power I showed them when the spirit of the Wycliffe werewolf finally granted me the blessing to be the next in line Empress of this land. "What is the meaning of this, Emyr?!" "I just want to make sure I can contain you here inside Headow Stronghold, my lady. There is one thing I need to do. To make sure you won't be able to help your allied army against Helena. Because they are surely losing this war, Lady Eodelle... with all those elephants and catapults? There is no way they can match that kind of military power!" Emyr

No one could say for certain. Besides that, on the mammoth-sized beasts to Lynn's left and right sat four more Zago generals. Judging from their auras, Chase determined these Zago generals, Lynn included, were all at least stage-three martial god kings or above. Then, there was the middle faction—the Great Emerald Empire. Their army consisted of obviously human forces. This time, the Great Emerald Empire's Jaxon had brought all three, no, all four of his princes.

He looked strikingly similar to Joel. Emily furrowed her brows, reading the caption on the screen: "JOEL MANCHESTER, CEO OF EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION." Her mouth fell open in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, but it was still the same man and the same caption. Her mind raced, connecting all the dots: the bank accounts, the lavish lifestyle, the shopping spree. The man she was living with was indeed the CEO of Empire World Corporation. Everything suddenly made sense—the familiarity, the arrogance, and the inhuman aura he carried.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

But as I looked closely, I could see them watching us carefully. ‘There..no..we are trapped in here. There is no way we could get past them.’ I gulped in some air, as the one with the horizontal plume began to speak. “Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be s

“Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.” I felt the storm in my chest coil tighter, but I forced my breathing even. “The third…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent. “The Blue-Green Twin Empire. My empire. We are not the shadows. We are the wall. The balance. Our people—police, soldiers, navy, air force—men and women who know war, who know justice. We hold the line, Dominus. We make sure the others don’t burn the world down in their greed and bloodlust.”

In its place stood towering black gates carved into a mountain of dark stone, jagged banners lining the walls, each marked with the sigil of a wolf crowned in iron. The Iron Fang Empire. So this was it. Rows of armored soldiers stood in perfect formation, unmoving as statues, their armor dark, heavy, and stained from countless battles. Their presence alone pressed down on the air. Power. Control. Violence contained beneath discipline. I stepped down from the carriage. Slowly. Every movement deliberate. Every breath measured. Eyes turned toward me. Hundreds of them. Cold. Judging. Disinterested. I ignored them. Let them look. Let them judge.