Warhammer End Times Novels & Stories

The sanctuary grew still. The floating memories above them flickered. Ancient worlds appeared. Worlds they had already seen. Worlds that had fallen. Worlds consumed by darkness. Worlds erased. Then more appeared. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. The images stretched endlessly. A vast graveyard of forgotten civilizations. The scale was horrifying. Orion pointed toward them. "The End doesn't destroy worlds immediately." The memories shifted. Showing civilizations thriving. Growing. Prospering. Then changing. Slowly. Subtly.

Heath was captivated. Heath stayed spellbound throughout the meeting that night. He listened as each Horseman described in captivating detail how he believed the world would end. Each Horseman had a different opinion about the events which would end the reign of humankind on the planet. Yet, they were all in agreement; Earth had one hundred years left to its existence, at best. Mankind would end. The precious and exalted Mother Earth would start over; without human interference. She would remain.

The darkness struck, and the resulting collision shook creation, vanishing entire galaxies from the shockwave. The Witness held—for three seconds. Then, cracks spread across its enormous form. The guardian staggered backward, defeated. The End stepped forward next. Darkness met darkness. Concept met concept. The embodiment of endings faced the king of emptiness. For a moment, the universe seemed uncertain, but the Void King's power continued advancing, slowly and relentlessly. The End lowered its head. Even it could not stop him. Across the network, fear spread. Human fear, ancient fear, universal fear. For the first time since the war began, defeat seemed possible.

I had finally achieved balance… and now existence planned to erase everything because of it. Emergency Council Within minutes, the war chamber filled again. Maps were useless now. This wasn’t a war between packs. It was a war against inevitability. Elder Mara spoke first. “Seven days until total erasure?” The hunter confirmed. “Each day, more stars will vanish. Realms will collapse sequentially.” Theodore’s jaw tightened. “What happens at zero?” The hunter’s voice lowered. “All timelines reset. All memories erased. Creation begins again without you.” Silence crushed the room.

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.

Toward whatever waited there. "Are you geared up for this?" Damien asked. "No. But when have we ever been ready?" Her phone rang. Unknown number. Again. She answered. Her grandfather’s voice. "Hello, granddaughter. I hear you’ve been busy making deals. How ambitious of you. But I’m afraid it’s all for nothing. The game is over. I’m activating the final protocol. Project Endgame. Every major city. Every financial center. Everything burns in three hours. Unless—" "Unless what?"

He was flipping through the pages of his notes. "That's just it. If the Warrior and Bearer are supposed to get their bloody groove on as part of the ‘End Times,' then we've either missed the other prophecies or something big has happened to ruin the chain of events. If this Asta person was trying to harness the magic of Earth by either stealing or pulling Earth's magic here, then she's screwed everything up. None of the timelines, guides, or prophesies matter now. That's how she screwed us over: We're on our fucking own against who knows what."

obscure part of a terrorist order with a member who believed in the end of the world, it happened that he had two gods by his side, one being a god of vampires and the god of werewolves, who had the blessed jewel in their possession. Turns out he'd put her in his possession in a museum, to top it off, according to informants. - They say they want the End Times Gem, the one that led to the war against Marduk. - Do you happen to have them? - Tsuki questioned. - Our organization came together to protect the stone, it brings plague and famine, destroying and drying up crops, making people sick. – Apsu said. - How did this happen? – Tsuki questioned in the midst of the fight they were having.

he said, “you burn out. Whatever’s inside you, the thing that fuels the Starbrand, that silences the god, it consumes you. Entirely.” Her voice, barely audible: “And if I spare her, ” “She kneels,” he said. “The mirror-children collapse. The armies fall quiet. The war ends.” A pause. “But the God Below rises.” She didn’t flinch. Didn’t cry. Only gravity filled her lungs. Kael closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, something had cracked behind them. “I'm certain enough,” he said softly, “that I wrote your name in the Book of Endings.”

“Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?” After that, Cyrus never contacted me again. Thinking back, I could have died if Serena had not suddenly shown up. He should have considered that before he pulled something so reckless. The next day, I called a mutual friend of ours. The day after that, he told me that Cyrus’ condition had stabilized. His life was no longer in danger. I finally let out a breath of relied. This sort of distance would be the best for both of us. Meanwhile, Serena was arrested and charged accordingly.