Warhammer Imperial Agents Novels & Stories

** "Attacks of K-9 are still going. Our agents were killed in Germany. It's a revolution, sir." We are now seated around the discussion table at the meeting hall, where few selected agents gathered. Mr. Martins was pacing back and forth, clearly serious as he babbles on and on. I paid attention to every word he uttered as getting invited and getting involved in this meeting is a privilege for an agent. It silently screams that you are one of the 'high ranks' the 'elite' if by video games. Mr. Martins stopped on Agent Rave, scowling at him as he asked, "How're the shipments?"

I watch as they nod and close the blinds before leaving. I hate having guards. I know I need them. If I die, no one is left to take over, and everyone will be fighting to be that top person. The police will start to gain back control, and then everything will change. No one thinks of that, though. They see it as once I am gone, they can rule, but to rule, they need my estate, to own this city. Without that, they are nothing, and the police will throw them away. Without the immunity I give them, they would be locked up.

The twists of revelation left the joint empire questioning the true nature of their adversary and the cosmic destiny that awaited them in the impending clash of cosmic forces. The cosmic confrontation with the Eclipse Sowers unfolded with twists and turns that tested the resilience of the joint empire. The enigmatic leader of the Eclipse Sowers, known as Umbra Astra, revealed a cosmic agenda that transcended mortal comprehension. The suspense deepened as citizens and interdimensional allies alike grappled with the twists of revelation that painted the Eclipse Sowers not as malevolent invaders, but as cosmic dissidents seeking to rewrite the destiny of the multiverse.

Cassius chuckled, shaking his head. “I believe the man has a secret recipe,” the physiker grinned, looking at the pot. Once Rex asked the physiker about how the imperials were doing against the godking, she went on to describe how much more intense the monthly assaults were becoming on the imperial city, adding in brief descriptions of beasts not even Dilo could recognise from her own time in the prince’s employ. “Why do the imperials not send an assault force of their own?” Rex asked once the physiker stopped speaking.

I corrected, leaning my head against his shoulder. But as the agents led Kane away, I saw a black Harley idling at the edge of the woods. The rider's face was obscured, but I recognized the jagged silhouette of the Iron Wolves' President. Marcus Steele wasn't going down without a fight. He revved his engine once a challenge and disappeared into the trees. Dax's grip on me tightened. The war for the club wasn't over. It was just moving into the dark. "Stay with the agents," Dax said, his eyes turning back into the hard obsidian I'd first seen. "I have to finish this."

The Emperor twisted a smile and said, “Clever.” Each pillar on the front row revealed more guards, but this time, equipped with golden armors, helms, and purple capes. They stepped out of their hiding behind the pillars and gathered after the Emperor. Raeherys counted with his eyes—six warriors. Each one seemed more dangerous than any other guard they had encountered. “The Sun Guarde,” Estevan muttered. “The Six ... Be careful, Raeherys, they’re not like any other enemies we’ve fought before.”

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she continued watching the convoy. The lead armored vehicle stopped. Its doors opened in perfect synchronization. More than a dozen men climbed out. Black tactical uniforms. Military discipline. No identifying insignias. No visible ranks. Each carried suppressed assault rifles. "They're the Circle's Retrieval Unit," Evelyn finally said. "They don't arrest people." "They erase them." A heavy silence settled over the room. Seraphina felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Erase. Not kill. Erase.

Today, that barrier parted. Hovering at the edge of the storm wall was the imperial flagship Vance Aegis, its gargantuan, void-shielded hull glinting in the harsh sunlight of the mesosphere. Trailing behind the main flagship were six streamlined, dark-steel diplomatic frigates—the Eclipse Envoys—their hulls coated in meteor-steel plating and trimmed with the silver frost-coatings of the Northern Keepers.

she cackles. "I am an imperial wolf," I scream at the former Luna. "No, you are a mistake! Imperial hybrids are to be bred with other imperial hybrids. You are filth, and that baby is too. The only thing going for that baby is the fact it came from a bloodline of vampire hybrids that can transform into a vampire at will. Don't you get it, Luna? Your baby is a threat and a weapon to the imperials. They will not rest until she is dead, or they will use her to destroy everything they fear, even you and your Alpha, " she cackles.