Warhammer Novels & Stories

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

Across the rubble-strewn wall, Varrow stepped forward through the mist. The warlord’s armour gleamed like obsidian oil, runes glowing faintly red across its black plates. The crown wrought into his helm was jagged, wrong, a set of barbs curving like broken teeth around his skull. His presence pressed against the air itself; the mist bent away from him, curling back like smoke recoiling from flame. The Guild did not move. The beasts did not move. Even the warlocks below stood still, hands half-raised, waiting.

“You must journey through the Shift Tower and face the challenges that lie within. But be warned, the cost of entering the realm of the Mevara is steep. You must give up a part of yourself.” Russe and Reina exchanged a nervous glance. “What kind of part?” Russe asked. The Keeper smiled wickedly. . “It could be anything. Anything that makes you who you are.” Reina’s grip on her dagger tightened once again. “We won’t let you take anything from us,” she growled.

Every muscle in my body burns with exhaustion, yet I drive myself forward, knowing that the outcome of this entire war hinges on our ability to hold this courtyard. Before I can reach the commander to end the assault, a towering, heavily modified rogue warrior steps out from the smoke directly into my path, wielding a massive, two-handed warhammer tipped with volatile, silver-infused resonance. The behemoth sneers behind his closed visor, swinging the colossal weapon with terrifying speed and annihilating the air in front of him with a concussive shockwave. I attempt to dodge to the left, but the sheer velocity of the swing catches me off guard, bypassing my r

Across a distant desert, another beam awakened a colossal warrior buried beneath endless sand. In the heart of a forgotten volcano, molten lava erupted as a third general opened blazing crimson eyes. And beneath the endless ocean... Something ancient stirred. Four generals. Four kingdoms. One war. And somewhere in the darkness, James smiled. "The game has truly begun."

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

Me and Arizer decide to go have a look around as we had never been to Australia before. We leave the house and we see Alpha Nico talking to a few men so we walk up to him and he introduces us. "This is Harlen and breckett, Harlen is the Gamma of this pack." "I'm sorry I don't know much about packs, what is the Gamma?" I question looking a bit sheepish. "It is ok Keira, the Gamma is our trainer basically, they organise and train the wolves."

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

I opened my eyes, the rusty ceiling and the faint smell of dirt on my room greeting me an early morning. I got up from my dirty mattress which is my bed and walked towards the tilted window allowing the sun to shine all over me. The early birds chirping outside greeting me on the starting of the day. "AMARA" my mom shouted warning me to wake up and get started with my work. I sighed. Already knowing that the day will be a hectic one.

The aura emitted hues of obsidian miasma, and from within multiple hollowed construct emerged, they took the form of humanoid entities and revealed the people and deities he has killed in battle. Abominations faced perfect soldiers... With the two commanding armies commanders staring daggers at one another, an invisible signal to begin was given. And each side rushed to another, colliding at the middle of everything. The war between abominations and undead went underway, their war cries and colliding weaponry caused a pandemonium in the universe, gravitational waves moved the planets around shaking them back and forth. Rogue along with the other three undead sovereigns faced off against Azat