Warhammer Stories Novels & Stories

he pushed her away from the fire. She walked down to her car, looking down at the small globe that her Grandfather used to talk about. It was Native American legend that a place called the in-between existed only if magic was interrupted or used for evil. Many feared it would plague their village, they cast out the ones born on certain holidays. He said when his globe glowed red, a war would cast. Many deaths, many new beginnings.”

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

EMMA I lay there in a sweaty, sticky heap between Sarah and Jake, my body buzzing and my pussy still fluttering from the endless orgasms. The sheets beneath us were soaked. Jake’s cock rested heavy against my thigh, still semi-hard and slick with our combined juices. Sarah’s hand lazily traced circles on my stomach, her full breasts pressed against my side.

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

The whispers were more than just rumors; they were the harbingers of a brewing storm. The elders, usually stoic and reserved, were more readily sharing their stories – grim tales of ancient feuds, territorial disputes that had stretched across generations, betrayals that had shattered alliances and left scars that still ran deep within the werewolf community. These weren’t mere anecdotes; they were cautionary tales, stark reminders of the fragility of peace and the ever-present threat of conflict. Lyra learned of the fractured history of the werewolf world, a tapestry woven with threads of both cooperation and bitter rivalry, a constant struggle for dominance and survival.

m So upcoming books: Roberto and Zeth’s story Bruno Junior’s story (This is going to be very dark and depressing) Then….. a new Werewolf book, are there any readers who love the rejected mate troupe?

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

"Yes!" another warrior chimed in. "We were so unprepared back then. But now, look at us! We've grown into a formidable force!" The stories continued to flow, each one a thread in the tapestry of our shared experience. I felt a swell of pride as I listened to my pack recount our journey-the struggles, the victories, and the bonds forged in the fires of battle. Each tale was a reminder of why we fought and what was at stake. Eden's eyes widened as he listened to the stories, his youthful face alight with wonder. "Mom, can I tell a story too?" he piped up, bouncing in my lap.