Warhammer Wizards Novels & Stories

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Whole villages apparently had that ability and when danger presented itself they shifted into their wolf shape, gathered as a pack and disappeared. The first thing that caught her attention was the extensive family chart at the very beginning of the book. Labeled Pack Diagram, it listed all the human form names of what she assumed was an entire pack. What on earth could this have to do with her grandparents? Did they study this? Surely they weren't - No. She gave herself a mental slap. That was just too wacky to even contemplate. She was letting her imagination run away with her. The legends fascinated her from the moment she opened the volume, especially those chapters about werewolf shifte

And will continue the clash, in the morning. The wizard was highly disturbed that the fight was not won, there were pain in the eye of warriors, how could just beasts destroyed efforts of such a mighty army, they were so silent, the queen knew she needed to do something on time, or else, the beasts will end her career, she even suggested a retreat, but the wizard gave reasons to why it won't be the right decision at the point in time, he said, retreating will not only be an act of cowardness but also a weakness to her kingdom at large, the armies must stay low for now, someone must do an investigation of the these beast and find out how best to deal with them. But the jugular was not a place

the wizard stated with an annoying grin on his face. Harlequin’s face twitched. And the spirits knew he was about to lose control. Outside the chess board domain, Amon and the other three were tirelessly fighting the milieus that were left. As the young monk was deflecting the attacks coming to her she glanced at the fight occurring in that domain. What she saw was the true battle of life. Two clashing energies can be seen, it was the battle of the black and white mahò. ********* Moria gasped, she covered her mouth with her palms and tearfully forced herself to watch the fight of the hero and the Grand Arch Wizard. The well where they can watch the battle was surrounded by Moria, goddess Aly

"I am a perfect hybrid myself. That's another reason I'm happy you're my mate. I'm an Alpha wolf too." "Alpha?” she asked in shock. “Yeah. But I’m a lone Alpha.” “You’re a werewolf and wizard," she muttered. "I'm not a wizard. I'm a sorcerer." "Sorcerer?" "I do hold the title of a wizard but I'm a sorcerer in truth. Wizards become warlocks after years of practising. Not all become one in their lifetime. But I’m a sorcerer, a rank higher than both and sorcerers isn’t something a wizard achieves. They are born. A warlock has to bow before a low-ranked sorcerer even.”

Now, I stood in a hidden fortress surrounded by the very enemies of my people. Life had a funny way of spinning out of control. At the heart of the platform stood the wizard, his silver robes trailing like a ghostly wake. He surveyed the crowd, his voice echoing with an authority that demanded attention. “My followers.” Instant silence washed over the room. No one dared to breathe or break the spell he cast with his mere presence. “For years, we have lurked in the shadows,” he proclaimed, his gaze sweeping like a searchlight. “We’ve watched as wolves seized dominion over lands that never belonged to them. We’ve witnessed their Alpha bloodlines grow arrogantly untouchable.”

Harry nodded then looked at me "I warned you Kirey, if you want. I can cancel your place for research!" I shook my head "I'll still be there Harry, come on, this will be a special experience, won't it? Besides, there wouldn't be any big monsters, or big gorillas suddenly liking me right? It's a normal place, it's just that they're spreading out. The rumors are not true!" I said, somehow I was able to get rid of my worries too.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

“Patronizing much?” He shrugged. “I'm not a practitioner.” Well, no shit. Werewolves almost never were. The rare werewolf who could cast actual magic became a pack shaman, and those fuckers were worth their weight in gold. The Kimball pack was as successful as they were in large part because they had one. “Anyway, make a list. You look like shit.”

Every ward on the citadel flared, screamed, and shattered in a single heartbeat. Then he stepped out of the air itself. Caedrin. The same ancient wizard who’d offered Lyra’s virginity for a cure all those months ago, only now he was taller, cloaked in living shadow, eyes twin violet suns. Behind him the Red Hollow army parted like curtains, revealing twenty thousand wolves on their knees, heads bowed in worship. His voice rolled over the walls like thunder made of honey and graves. “Children of fang and moon, your time of waiting ends tonight.