Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, but for the first time in a week, the exhaustion in his eyes was gone. The chaos had returned, and with it, Havoc was back in his element. I looked down at the Skull. He was barely conscious, one eye completely swollen shut. His chest was rising and falling in gasps. "You thought the throne was empty." I said coldly. The man groaned, trying to push himself up on a broken wrist but he failed miserably. "I am the CEO of the Empire Group by day." I continued as I reached back, my blood-stained hand closing around the gun in my waistband. "But this city... this territory... is mine by night. And nobody burns my fucking trucks."

In the highest council chamber, an elder mage rose from meditation. “Border fluctuation detected,” he muttered. Then the wards screamed. Silver light erupted skyward as the first barrier engaged, an enormous dome of ward lattice sealing the academy grounds. Defensive sigils burned bright along every tower, drawing on centuries of accumulated magic. Outside the walls, the forest split open. And from it emerged the Del Imperium. Thirty-one thousand strong. An ocean of shifting forms, wolves, hybrids, armored warriors in disciplined formation. Banners snapped violently in the wind, crowned wolf devouring a star.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel. Elara’s heart thudded hard. The step moved closer. The small sound of metal on floor felt like a clock. The man in the hallway straightened. Mara’s jaw tightened in a way that made her hands close. The door opened all the way. He stood in the doorway like a man who had been carved from two lives—one that loved and one that learned not to. He was taller than he remembered from the last time she had seen him; time makes men larger or smaller depending on how you look. His hair caught the light.

Outside the window, two towers faced each other across the skyline, Valmere Tower, golden and blinding. Cain Dominion Headquarters, black glass and steel, its logo glowing like fire. And Deborah stood between them, the crown jewel of one empire, the secret weakness of another. Her heart pounded as the lightning lit the sky. The war of empires had begun. And the first casualty… would be love.

He buried it down to the hilt, then gave it a hard twist. The pain of it caused her to scream resoundingly, which prompted the crowd around them to cheer even louder. Retholis then yanked his blade out of her, and allowed her blood to come pouring out of her gaping wound. It leaked out and soaked the black sand underneath her. He flipped her over on her back, so she could die looking at the sky above them. “I won’t deny that the Empire is ruled by coin,” he told the dying Empress. “But there’s a difference between profiting and profiteering. Only fools engage in wars believing it to be the only means of profit.”

Then Cassian’s voice, low and steady, broke through me, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Remember, more men will die.” I shivered. He leaned in closer, his words threading through the air like smoke. “Think of this as a war… between two kingdoms,” he murmured. “Where thousands of soldiers die, and the battlefield drinks their blood. This is a war between the Moretti Empire and Romano Holdings. Learn this, Chelley — and do not hesitate to put a pawn to sleep.” His whisper sank into me, deep and cold. Put a pawn to sleep.

*** *Adrian* I gazed pensively down upon the glittering cityscape spread out before me. Thoughts of my vendetta against MID flickered through my mind, and I imagined the spoils of victory that would flood my veins when I revealed to the world how despicable the company was. I had already uncovered a labyrinth of lies and deceit. There were just a few more moving parts I needed to validify before I was ready to begin hammering the nails into the proverbial coffin.

Alexis recognised Roger and that was it. “Roger Stain, Theodore Reales, Damien Cardonia, Howard Asphalt and George Phollio, All stand here in the highest positions of the royal empires army because of their resilience in the recent war”, Alexis looked at him and couldn’t help but admire him. She looked at the five and recalled that only five people survived the war alongside the Emperor, which were them. The sole survivors. She had a hunch they were fully aware of what that war truly was. “You will all be able to rise ranks with victories and if you shall die in any war, the empire will honour you and provide life long support to your parents”.

The other four Demigods on the wall gaped as well. Millions of clay figurines knelt and groveled in front of the man who stood up in the coffin, which was an absolutely shocking and incredible sight to behold. Was it possible that this man was Emperor Martyn? Was he really the legendary emperor of the Thaeria Dynasty, Emperor Martyn? “Rise!” The man opened his arms and commanded in a powerful voice. Those soldiers obeyed the order immediately. All the commotion had disappeared. The entire scene fell into a deafening silence. The atmosphere of the entire space seemed depressing and dull.