Warhammer Imperial Agents Novels & Stories

Present Day - Tuesday Morning, 8 AM Three separate groups of agents stand in different corners of the warehouse, each keeping a careful distance from the others. Aria feels like she's watching a turf war play out in real time. Agent Kim represents the FBI, flanked by two men in dark suits who look like they've never smiled in their lives. The CIA contingent is led by a woman who introduced herself as Director Sarah Walsh, with the kind of cold professionalism that suggests she considers emotions a liability.

“Have I caused trouble?” Emile asked in a soft voice as she rubbed the tip of her nose. “How could that be?” Chris chuckled as he gestured Night Rider to bring the info over while both Emile and Abbey spoke in unison that they wanted to read as well. Helpless to reject, Chris gestured Night Rider to read out loud. Night Rider informed everyone that the job was taken by a mob who called themselves ‘Agents to Hades’. Their trademark was the ingenuity with which they carried out their hitlist. The only MO they had, was the untraceability to its members.

He had no gun; he had no weapon, just brute strength. Dante‘s eyes of gold narrowed dangerously. “Did he leave anything else?” “Yeah, that‘s right." Liam nodded. “They said the Imperium has felt the Royal Hybrid magic stir. They said the Emperor of the Old World disbelieves ‘Alpha Kings’ from scattered archipelagos.” Liam glared at us, as if debating whether or not he should try to run. And then, the sinister threat of our newest enemy was confirmed: The commander left us with a twenty-four-hour deadline,” Liam concluded. “King Dante to give up the entire continent, and Queen Maya to be passed on to the Emperor as a slave, or the Iron Fleet would reduce the capital city to cinders.”

My eyes quickly read the writing in front of me, and my brows started to furrow at what I was seeing. ‘From the rapid increase in the number of the town’s soldiers along with the appearance of advanced weapons on the battlefield, I believe that the town of Amber Leaves has formed an alliance with the neighboring empire and are receiving their help in this war. Samples of advanced weapons collected by soldiers seems to be of the same type that is currently in used by the other empire. With these reasons, I am led to believe that the town of the Amber Leaves has betrayed our empire and this war if not dealt with swiftly can lead to a war between the two empires…’

He asked. Isaac and Lawen exchanged glances. “No, who is he?” They asked. “He is an agent of the Scarlett Empire. You can see the insignia on his chest.” “Really? But I thought the Scarlett Empire had fallen centuries ago.” Isaac said. “Correct. But by fall, it actually meant the leader was taken out. Once the leader was down, the rest soon followed. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any survivors.” Matthew was healed now and sat up before thanking Shiro. Shiro moved on to Mira next.

Enforcers lead their own crews, my warriors & muscle. The Shadows work separately. Surveillance. Infiltration. Intelligence. They report to me alone. Even the Omegas evolved — Quartermasters, Ciphers, Fixers. Logistics and information win wars just as surely as claws. “Alright, chaos,” I murmur under my breath, “Let’s see what you’re planning today,"

"This is not a suggestion, Alpha Liam. This is an Imperial Mandate. You have twelve hours to pack their belongings. If the carriage leaves empty, the Imperial Fleet will arrive to 'assist' with the transition. And believe me, their method of assistance involves a lot of fire." ​The Choice of a King ​"We can't win." ​Liam was pacing the war room, his eyes wild. He had already smashed a chair against the wall. "The Imperial Pack has fifty thousand warriors. They have air-ships. They have mages. If I refuse, they’ll level the Silver Moon to the ground just to make a point."

In its place stood towering black gates carved into a mountain of dark stone, jagged banners lining the walls, each marked with the sigil of a wolf crowned in iron. The Iron Fang Empire. So this was it. Rows of armored soldiers stood in perfect formation, unmoving as statues, their armor dark, heavy, and stained from countless battles. Their presence alone pressed down on the air. Power. Control. Violence contained beneath discipline. I stepped down from the carriage. Slowly. Every movement deliberate. Every breath measured. Eyes turned toward me. Hundreds of them. Cold. Judging. Disinterested. I ignored them. Let them look. Let them judge.

“Riven. The drones… they’re not just watching. They’re mapping everything. The Crown can’t block all of them.” Riven’s eyes burnt. “Then we move before they stabilise. Before they finish the grid. Luca, Saint—this is going to get worse before it gets better.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Worst comes first, huh?” Riven glanced at him. “Always.” The first wave hit just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Not drones this time, but agents. Figures in dark armour, sigils glowing faintly across their shoulders, moving faster than humanly possible, stepping out of the city’s shadows as if reality itself had folded to deliver them.