Warhammer Empire Of Man Novels & Stories

"Please sir, W- What could we have possibly done to deserve this?" A man could be heard begging. "It's quite simple you were born in this useless kingdom." A man responded in an arrogant voice. 'This useless kingdom?' Chris thought to himself. He risked a quick peak and was shocked at what he saw. All of the men were armored, but what really caught his attention was many of the men were holding the banner of the Eternal Empire. 'What the hell!?' He knew The Eternal Empire and the Kingdom had been walking on egg shells for a while. But There had been no declaration of war, he also knew for a fact it wasn't like their village had been hostile or attacked anyone. What could we have possibly don

"Even our brothers sell us off for cheap change, and the battle our fathers from century fought and conquered, are the what in an ensemble we turn a blind eyes to, yet we suffer with gritting teeth." The hope for a utopia, was immersed in despair. The leadership was as it has always been in a typical dilapidated era, ruled by only power hungry lords. Ekryons, are the names of the emperors who ruled the four continents -Empire- that survived the last war: the servants of the god Ekron.

"Three years to turn the Fifty Packs, the Northern Keepers, and the Eastern Dynasties into an interstellar war machine." He looked down at his Empress, his hand tightening possessively around her hip, his gaze filled with endless, fiery devotion. "They think they are coming to harvest a surface world," Dominic growled, his voice echoing out into the vast holographic cosmos. "They will find an Empire that owns the stars." Clara leaned back into his scorching chest, her amber eyes refocusing as she smiled with brilliant, triumphant resolve. She looked down at Prince Silas, who was softly laughing as he caught a drifting holographic star in his small hand.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

“Only the three million Divine Army and the one hundred thousand Alcide powerhouses can battle against the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors and the eight million Wyrmscale Source powerhouses.” The Supreme War Saint squinted his eyes and then revealed a strange smile. “If you all follow my orders, I guarantee that you will achieve great merit here. Then, ascending to the rank of Holiness or path kings won’t be impossible.” Upon hearing this, Lazaro and the other two emperors’ eyes sparkled with excitement.

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

They continued further to the rolling staircase. Anthony and Amber stood before a wall that was sliding open. Both froze at the situation on sight. The place was large like a stadium with the flooring of a terminal. A large drawing of the V Empire symbol was engraved in the middle. Directly before their eyes was a long line of people they knew. Five KR warlocks began the line, followed by five weapon users preceding Banks, Tally, Jacob, Bo, Tyson, Vinsen, Phaedra, and Catelyn. Far across their people were approximately two hundred fledglings warriors in lines, all wearing Arnold's war suit. The ones in the front line held machine guns. “This was supposed to be a common throne room.”

Then I reached for the map that had been included with Blackmoor’s report. Slowly, another thought formed. “…May I see the Imperial map?” Magnus walked to a nearby shelf without asking why. He returned moments later carrying a large rolled parchment. He unfastened the leather strap and spread the map across the table. Nearly half the Empire covered the parchment. Every major noble territory had been carefully marked. I leaned over it. House Blackmoor’s mines sat deep within the western mountains. House Wintermere guarded the northern frontier. House Thornvale controlled the busiest merchant roads. House Evercrest overlooked the eastern sea.

Empire was a legend. For more than five years, there had been no confirmed appearance. Governments had searched for them. Corporations had offered astronomical sums. Powerful families had attempted to recruit them. Every attempt had failed. Some claimed Empire had retired. Others believed Empire had died. A few insisted that Empire had never existed in the first place. But Zeke knew better. Empire was real. And if Daniel Han wanted to start a war... Zeke would make sure he had the strongest weapon available.

My war howl was no mere sound—it was a sonic shockwave that collapsed the first fifty yards of cliffside and snapped the masts of fifty galleons anchored in the bay. The recoil tore the star‑blade free from my chest. The God‑Emperor stumbled back three steps across the glassed sand, shaken to his core by the twelve‑foot mountain of fur, muscle, and silver that now stood upon his shore. His golden eyes blazed with unhinged fury as he poured every ounce of solar power into his palms. “CRAWL BACK INTO THE MUD WHERE YOU BELONG!” he shrieked, hurling two lances of pure white fire straight at my throat.