Warhammer End Times Novels & Stories

“What did I say the last time?” Everybody went still. He marched over, looking pissed. “You wanna tear my arcade up again?” “No, sir,” a few of us muttered. Mr. Connor looked between both groups and pointed a thick finger at us. “Then quit acting stupid.” Nobody said a word. He narrowed his eyes. “If I see one shove, y'all are banned from here. I'm not joking. This is your last warning.” “Yes, sir,” we all said. Mr. Connor gave us one last warning look before walking back toward the counter. Nobody moved or said a thing for a long second.

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."

"Oh, no, we don't need threats, blackmail is a horrible way to deal, bribery is much better." "And how do you plan to convince me?" "You'll like it, you already know that the Twilight of the Gods is coming, right? Lust has fully awakened, making us the last. Do you understand what that means?" A new silence settled. In this darkness, Midgard's eyes closed and her lips trembled. "... When?" "In less than a year, in a few months, the first wave will hit. This is the time that remains before the rifts lead the apocalypse into this world. This is the time that you have left to take our body, Before..."

"We gave you the canvas. We gave you the ink. If you can't figure out the plot by now, you deserve to be canceled." The girl flinched. Marcus lowered his head. "She's right," Marcus whispered. "The era of the Firstborn is over. The era of the Blackwood begins." "No." I gripped Elodie's hand tighter. "The era of the human ends. That’s all. Just be kind to the wolves, Marcus. And don't let anyone buy a suit." "A suit?" Marcus frowned. "Never mind." I looked back at Elodie. The light was fading from the sky. The bruising purple was turning to a deep, absolute black. The stars in this world weren't distant suns; they were the eyes of the ones we’d lost, watching from the moon.

The null-stability I wore like armour is frayed cloth now, torn by the grove’s death, by the ritual’s backlash, by the sheer, screaming weight of the chaos I contain. Alpha paces, a caged predator sensing freedom, his spectral fur bristling with anticipation. Hierarch whispers calculations, cold, precise, mapping the fractures. The Kin remnants wail, a chorus of impending release. The cage is breaking. And when it does… everything spills out. The Devourer gets its feast. Arthur gets… whatever monstrous godhood he’s craved. The world ends.

This is how each of those planetary systems evolved over time, the area regarded as a new frontier in exoplanet studies. Darkness was monitoring what Zariel was doing, the recordings of the time stop, in which the new god was showing the end-time entity on those planets approaching the end of their lives, before their stars engulfed them, and Zariel swallow it then, so as not to turn into a new wandering black hole.

“FORM THE LINE!” Seraphine drew the last of her strength, fire sparking along her palms. “If we fall, we fall together!” The ground split beneath their feet as Daevalos stepped fully into the mortal realm, no longer half-shadow but flesh and fire, antlers crowned in burning flame. His voice roared across the battlefield: “THE AGE OF WOLVES IS ENDED. THE AGE OF GODS BEGINS.” The shadow legions surged forward, and Aelin screamed as the tether flared with unbearable light. Ivy and Jayden’s bodies buckled, their veins burning as though molten metal ran through them.

So I turned into I. Vanessa clenched her jaw. “They are rewriting reality.” I whispered, “Then how can we forestall them?” Vanessa grew to become to me, her expression unreadable. “You don’t.” The Final Enemy Has Arrived The Harbingers had seen us. And now? They had been unmaking the universe. My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown: “Your global is already gone.” I smirked. Me: “Not if we rewrite the ending.”

I could see his eyes turning red. "Why shouldn't we, Adriano? Look around yourself. Your mighty empire has fallen. You are left alone with no-one by your side. You are surrounded by cops from all sides. Before a bullet even reaches me, you will be laying dead in your own pool of blood. Accept your defeat." Before I could speak anything else a large hand came from the shadows behind and got wrapped around my mouth. Then quickly both of my hands were grabbed with one hand and the other hand holding the gun, pressed it against my temple.

Territories were marked, and an unspoken treaty kept the uneasy peace, but the undercurrent of tension lingered, waiting for the spark that would ignite the inevitable clash. As the moon waxed and waned, casting its ethereal glow over the werewolf territories, and as the stars adorned the velvet sky above the vampire realms, the prophecy loomed—a cryptic foretelling etched into the annals of time, predicting a convergence that would shatter the fragile equilibrium, thrusting the world into an abyss of chaos. It was within this backdrop of ancient grudges and impending doom that the tale of forbidden love would unfold, transcending the boundaries set by history and destiny.