Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

She grabbed me by the collar of my uniform, her claws piercing the fabric, and dragged me out of my office before I could draw my weapon. She threw me onto the elevated iron balcony overlooking the grand atrium. Below us, hundreds of my people…the rich elite, the politicians, the traders who funded my empire—were gathered in a state of absolute, frantic panic, surrounded by a ring of snarling, bloodthirsty wolves. Vex stepped to the railing, her voice booming across the massive space l. "Hear me now!" she roared, her eyes sweeping over the terrified crowd. "The era of the human empath is fucking over! We are done fighting your dirty little border wars for a handful of scraps. Today, we decla

They swarmed, sprinting in that crimson tide of fangs and blades, all of them rushing straight toward me. Dominic let out a roar that shook the air, leaping in front of me to intercept the horde. I lit a second whip of light in my left hand, and I stood there back-to-back with the massive, pitch-black wolf. The true war for the empire had just begun.

While Empaler Aegaeus calmly watched the war barely smiling. "Attack..." shouted Filius Bein. "Start..." ordered General Dour. A bloody war broke out and many soldiers of the Ilioque Realm lost their lives. Empaler Aegaeus remained inside the carriage. He was only waiting for Filius Bein to float away. And after a while he came out and immediately used his black magic. Suddenly the emperor appeared and blocked the black magic to protect his soldiers.

If everything checks out, there are two options. [The first choice is we will add the planet into the empire. You don’t need to do anything, and you’ll become the low-class citizen planet of the empire. You get to enjoy the lowest rights and benefits of the empire, and the empire will also protect you. However, the empire will send someone to live on this planet to govern it.

The man she'd spent years imagining. The man she'd blamed for everything. The doors opened. The executive floor was quiet. Almost unnaturally so. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the entire city. Employees moved with careful efficiency. Nobody lingered. Nobody wasted time. The atmosphere felt less like an office and more like a battlefield. "Your department is down this hall." The HR representative smiled. "Good luck." Then she disappeared. Seraphina took a breath. One step. Then another. The war had officially begun.

And if any man were able to be in those lucky 10% escape the recruit in their young age, sometimes a long their lives they would eventually fight in an army anyway. Battle Star Empire, is a nation that were completely plague with overflowing machismo and patriarchal extreme, for as long as anyone can remember that the people just got too tired of it all, and basically a universal saying in the empire were ‘if you are a man, you either die in war or die after surviving it’. 60% of the male population in the Empire were basically scarred for life, just by living in the empire.

All The monsters chimed, mirroring his movement enthusiastically. "It's time to set out. Everyone must remember this: this is a war against the world! Our goal is to destroy everyone who stands in our way. Whether it be the human or the banshee, any tribe that stands in our way shall be slaughtered!" Monster Emperor Terra shouted. In fact, his voice was so loud that the entire forest surrounding the city could hear him. The army set out with the two Monster Emperors, while the Monster Kings followed hot on their heels with their own troupes. Monster Emperor Shentia rode on a heavily armored horse, while Monster Emperor Terra walked on his feet, unable to take on a humanoid form.

It was disadvantageous fighting them in the desert. A leader of the sandmen, tall and sinewy, lunged at the emperor from the side, its claws extending outward in a vicious arc. The emperor reacted in time, raising his shield to deflect the attack. The claws scraped across the shield with a screech, but the force of the blow knocked him off balance. He staggered back, barely avoiding another strike, his feet sliding on the loose earth. His comrades were quick to react, stepping forward to protect him. "Stay close, Your Highness!" The general called out as he swung his broad sword at the sandman, cutting off its leg. It staggered back with a grunt, giving the emperor the time needed to regain

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"