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He’s just my boss. Sure. He sent a winking emoji, For now. Think of how lovely you’ll look on the front page of a magazine together! I laughed. I could just picture it. Whore and Warhammer Heir: Love, Lust, and Rebellion I grinned as another headline came to mind, imagining him sitting behind the official desk of the Warhammer pack’s alpha and her seated on the desk with little more than her underwear on. Werewolves in Trouble– Warhammer’s Luna A Whore

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

“Blake said he’s going to get me a personal trainer.” “Hopefully you get someone good. Some of those trainers are brutal! They think they’re drill sergeants or something! It’s not like I’m the one going to war!” “Do werewolves go to war a lot?” I asked, suddenly recalling what Alex had told me, wanting to confirm whether it was true. “I think our pack goes to war just about every three to five years? My dad’s a warrior, so he’s been going to battle my whole life. And all my brothers are following in his footsteps.”

A loud rumble that resembled laughter escaped from the beast and it's eyes twinkled in amusement Behind it, arose a tail resembling that of a scorpion's, and it gnashed it's teeth, slobbering bubbling acid, it lunged. Shay readied herself for another blast, when the smell of ozone filled the air, She felt Moira squeeze her hands tighter as she let out a burst of electricity that went straight to the advancing daemon. The smell of burning flesh filled the air and the Wraith wailed in agony, this creature was resilient and with widened eyes they watched as the huge hole the electricity had created in it closed up and it reared itself to strike again "Can you do that again?!" Shay asked in a hu

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He's only being sarcastic, and he needed something or, rather, someone, which is Destiny. "If you want a brotherly talk, we can do it here right now," I muttered, and he scoffed. "Come on, Beelzebub, don't be a pussy. I want to spend some days with you, of course. And I heard you are organizing a big arena for warriors in your kingdom, and I want to be there with you," he said. "You ain't taking your demons outside to feast on people anymore. Why the sudden change of heart?" he muttered.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

"What is your duty? To serve the Emperor's will! What is the Emperor's will? That we fight and die!"—chants from Warhammer 40,000 (videogame) (Content Warning—this chapter contains scenes of graphic violence and gore, reader's discretion is advised.) ** Ides of January, 41 AD The raw cry of—"Traitors!"—ripped through the torch-lit tunnel like a banshee’s wail. “Die!” SWISH THRUST “Urk—”

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.