Warhammer Novels & Stories

“Anyway, whatever they were doing, hopefully it’s over now, right? He’s dead. And Calder killed his associates when we got out of there. Whatever their plan was, it’s got to be over now.” I hoped. Christ. Take over the world. Hubris, but…fucking terrifying hubris. Hawthorne and company might have been pretty fucking far from doing any such thing, but how much damage could a group of warlocks do on a smaller scale, working toward a goal like that? Strike that, I knew exactly how much damage, because I’d been part of the wreckage left behind. And so had Nate, for that matter.

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

The dark forcefields surrounding the main throne sanctuary collapsed! Beneath them, on the vast star-iron square before the chief throne hall, was Arch-Ruler Vharok, a terrifying ten-foot bio-cybernetic warlord in dark chitinous armour, with glowing crimson energy tubes and a great four-bladed power-scythe, with forty thousand Star-Flayer troopers and thirty cybernetic shadow-beasts. "IMPOSSIBLE!" Vharok bellowed through his audio-processors, his scythe trembling in his grip. "WHO DARES INTERRUPT THE SACRED SIPHON OF THE STAR-FLAYER DOMINION?!"

The interface expanded instantly, dissolving the initial query into a sleek, expansive navigation menu that shimmered like a polished obsidian mirror: [Status] [Mind Control] [Inventory] [Mission] [Con Playbook] [Store] I tapped [Store]. A vast catalog of items flooded the screen, scrolling down in an endless cascading waterfall of holographic text and preview icons. While I recognized a few utility concepts that mirrored modern military or clandestine gear, the vast majority were completely otherworldly tools I had never imagined existed in the realm of realistic physics. Items range from esoteric spatial devices to biological enhancement serums that seemed plucked straight out of a specula