Warhammer Imperial Agents Novels & Stories

The Immortal Master Kylin said, "Don't be happy too early. The Immortal Masters of the alien races may be all dead. But we can't sure. I suspect the Alien Emperor may be alive." "What is the Alien Emperor?" Flaming Qilin asked curiously. "Emperors have a higher status than Immortal Masters, also called Immortal Emperors. They are unimaginably powerful." Flaming Qilin clicked his tongue, looked at Chu Xun, and asked, "Chu the Devil, are you confident you can deal with an Immortal Emperor?" "I don't know." Chu Xun's answer was straightforward. An Immortal Emperor? The experts who had become Immortal Emperors on the base of their Internal couldn't be overbearing.

It was not at all bothered by the ants around it. As long as its owner gave it an order, it could easily wipe out all of them with a sneeze. “The defense army on Planet Royal is all in place. Please tell us your order, Emperor.” A middle-aged man in heavy armor got on one knee in front of Nimbus and said respectfully. Four more people arrived. “Azure Dragon is in place!” “White Tiger is in place!” “Red Finch is in place!”

“Following me?” “Well, the contract I set up is for a team of about ten agents, but there will be two assigned to each shift.” “And they’re, like… undercover?” “Yes.” “Are they Gamma warriors?” “No. I can’t send werewolves over there. It’s a human team, but I assure you, they very skilled at what they do.” “Will they be armed?” Nolan paused, like he was thinking about how much to tell me. “Yes,” he finally said.

they dropped to one knee. Not to yield. To ready. To blend. Bellion opened up. The corridor was awash in muzzle flash and smoke. Alex pulled me back behind the walled column, already calculating trajectories, already finding gaps into battle-readiness. Ember stepped out into the open. And lifted one hand. The three agents stopped in mid-gesture. They didn't crumple. They didn't freeze. They pulsed. As if every molecule in their bodies was being rewritten. Their eyes gave off a stream of black.

He slightly bows to me, but his presence is very dark and commanding. "Excuse me King Simion, but they're waiting for you in the Kings office. Ryan has already escorted Lucian and Darius there. My name is Brayden Mason and I'm the head of the royal family warriors. Please follow me." As I follow Brayden, I was hit with a scent of lavender and the smell of the forest in the morning sunlight. It was faint but still enough to make me stop. Is this the smell of my mate? My heart starts to pound in my chest and I slow my walk searching for the source of the smell.

Prove you can keep your word and they will follow to hell and back. For some reason, a fifth imperial figure had joined the commanders in the Situation Room. He wasn't part of the Navy, that much was clear. The man wore a black trenchcoat with red lining and inner sleeves, together with a pointed officers cap. According to Goradin, this man was part of a different branch within the Imperium. Something called the Commissariat. Whatever his purpose was aboard, he didn't interfere or take part in the route planning in great part. He just stood around, observing mostly.

“What about me? Do you need me for anything?” Tyr Summers asked. The Mad King, Dalton Alroy, chuckled and said, “Just chill! Rest well for now. We will inform you once we recruit all the helpers. Well, that’s enough wine for today. I have other business to attend to.” Having said that, Mad King walked out the door and headed to Harbour City. He had to go there to have a talk with War Emperor. There were Four Noble Imperial Families in the Imperial Capital City—the Alroy imperial family, the Windsor imperial family, the Cheever imperial family, and the Regulus imperial family.

His hair stood up, sweat giving it a life of its own. He led them through a door someone buzzed them through and into a communal workspace. Half a dozen work stations were dark, powered off for the night, but the chairs were taken by a new team Tabby had never seen before. A long table stretched one side of the room. And on the other three rolling boards were full of clippings, scribbled words, images. Jamie gestured to the two black men standing with their backs to the dry erase board. "These are Agents Samuel Jenkins and Baruti Wimbush."

It looked exactly like the old me with my scar. "While I was overseas," Jace started. "I got a connection to a hunt group called The Agents. Their existence is not often talked about because they keep a very low profile. But they hold a strong power over the werewolf world. They know when things are wrong and punish those responsible. Most times, they kill them. They're commonly known as the Executioners. "I had to leave when I saw how demanding the job was. They're dangerous, Lyric. And right now, they're after you." He tapped the screen. "The old you. They're out to kill you."

But I nodded brusquely in acknowledgment and left with poor grace, my boots clomping a little too heavily on her shiny hardwood floor. Damn it. Emile, a new vampire who’d only joined Fenwick’s organization a few months ago, had vanished earlier in the week. Vanished, as in he was there one minute and apparently nonexistent the next. He’d been patrolling the edge of our territory with a colleague, and when she’d returned from walking away for a minute to take a phone call he’d been gone.