Warhammer Novels & Stories

Honolulu—Pearl Harbor remnants swallowed. London—Thames choked. Casualties scrolling too fast to read—millions already. My crown flares hot—violet lightning crackling around my fists, scorching the marble floor. The system screams alerts in my HUD, red text blazing. *Global Quest Activated: Defend Terra Prime* *Threat Level: Planetary Invasion* *Failure Condition: Swarm Consumption > fifty percent Biomass* *Reward: Planetary Survival Buff (Unknown)* Remy’s hand finds my shoulder—steady, grounding, coyote-gold flickering in his eyes.

Right now, the gates were glowing with blinding intensity, infinitely spawning massive, winged Obsidian Wyverns that immediately took to the red, glitching sky. "The Wyverns are the digital mirrors of the real-world trains!" Jax yelled, his binary cloak whipping in the digital wind. "Every time one spawns here, a train is launched at your convoy!" "Break the gates!" Marcus ordered. The Ghost Army charged. Thousands of players hurled themselves at the massive purple portals. But the gates were defended. Towering, heavily armored Admin constructs—the Gatekeepers—swung massive halberds, carving through the front lines of the glitching players.

she handed him a small box “What’s in it” William asked as he slowly opened the box “Do you like it?” Barbara smiled as she saw the reaction on his face. It was a fuckin Rolex “Wow mom, this is beautiful” William was short of words “It was specially made for you” Barbara pointed at the initials on the watch, it said C.W “Thanks I love it” He hugged his mother “You are welcome honey” Barbara was cheers . Weeks later it was the Christmas season, so much excitement everywhere and the snow was falling beautifully on the soil slowly piling up;

Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers. “The war of the Gods,” Damien said over my shoulder as he noticed my admiration of the art. The war of the gods was a ten-year war between Hades and his brothers to overthrow their father9, I tried to find which character depicted was meant to be Lucifer since I had already found Zeus.

Somehow, Adams had twisted my favorite game into something deadly. Every attempt he made to kill me nibbled at my confidence. Adrenaline made my senses sharper, suppressed the fear and made me faster. I knew he would kill me if he found me. I wouldn't make it out alive. A stone whistled past my ear and struck a pine tree by my left. He had started using the catapult and from the distance and aim, he was good. I zigzagged through tress and a low branch hit my face so hard, my vision blurred a bit. I didn't have time to examine the scratch neither did I have spare energy for that.

But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives. Harvey let out a sigh. "This is much more powerful than things like the Royal Flushes and the Rainstorm Needles." Clarion nodded. "They're meant for different environments. Rainstorm Needles and Royal Flushes are small and easy to carry, and there's no limits to its use. But the Warsong? Not only does it have plenty of limits, but it's also quite costly. We wouldn't have brought it out if it wasn't because of an emergency."

"Are you scouting our house?! Who were you just communicating with on your phone?!" "Uh...is AJ Hamilton maybe home?" I warily ask, dodging the many terrifying questions. He frowns up at me with sheer intensity with a look asking whether I'm stupid or something. "We're a black family. Now I'm miffed off." Even though he's a dwarf, I'm pretty sure he can still kick my ass... I shrug, acting confused. "I figured that maybe AJ's adopted." Good save, Benley!

I coughed with that remark, and then wondered, when did werewolves and humans start to hate each other? If Alarick is saying the truth, why are we still in this fight trying to make someone pay for the loss of one’s kind? Why killing is so normal that for me, it is a quest I am trying to accomplish?

But I didn’t. Hawk unwrapped his arm from around me and splayed his fingers. Tiny sparkling blue lights flickered around him. Like dozens of blue lightening bugs. I looked up to verify the glow wasn’t reaching the tree-tops. It’s too dim. We’re safe. He knows what he’s doing. I reminded myself. Warfare, hunting and being hunted are not new things for him. And for a second, I let myself guess how many mages he’d hunted down himself. How many families he may’ve participated in destroying?

A literal knight in shining armour. "The answer to all this lies on a prophecy that has been living for nearly two decades. It is the prophecy of the powerful White dragon residing amongst us werewolves. The champion of the nightcrawlers." His voice boomed through the hall, earning him gasps and some few snickers from the crowd. "Dragons don't exist. Their kind had been wiped out since the Divine Cleansing two decades ago." My father commented, and I rolled my eyes. "The prophecies I foresee are never wrong, Alpha Marcus. One dragon is alive, whether you like to believe it or not." Elder Zane said in a surprisingly calm tone though his voice remained powerful.