Zombie Warhammer 40k Novels & Stories

It was implied when I say he is the King of Fire. He started chanting something under his breath and then a circle of void opened up. Without even questioning anything this time, we stepped in. And we ended up in the middle of a full blown war. The stench of rotten corpse from the zombies made me want to puke. The screams of people, the war cries and the growls of wolves and the snarls of vampires almost burst my ear drums. Fucking shit. Also, who the fuck are these people in armour? And how the fuck are so many zombie witches still here? It seemed like we had made absolutely no difference at all. Or maybe, the ones we did save were really very few in numbers when compared to the overall wit

And at one point, very soon in my future, I would have to face my fate. The more I thought about it, the more it all started to make sense. The creatures who came for me in the woods. Lilith through they must be Vampires. The same creatures that Lucifer created with his own blood. The one enemy he created himself. They wanted to use me as there weapon in their fight to conquer the underworld throne. Even Darren, who didn’t even know my full potential, new that I was a big player in the scheme of things. His years of brainwashed were all to make me think I was playing for the right team. He never once assumed I would find out the truth.

He even made his own, that stupid Ejax that cost millions. Cool. I picked up a gadget that I thought was Yuno. The gaming set produced by GTE-Axis and produced by RedSphere. I activated the device and the TV monitor came on automatically. Wicked! They are connected! My blood rose when I remembered that Yuno was actually a Zombie Game. I remembered my Zombie Warfare. Wow! I will play I started operating Yuno. It's easy to get because its features are not far from XBox. Z-Land is an adventure game where the story begins with an unknown creature that spread an epidemic that eventually caused people to become Zombies.

Releasing a relieved sigh, the warrior joined the rest of the warriors standing behind me, ready to attack the creature if needed. Rolling my eyes at the stupid warrior, I stepped closer to the zombie. Although he was staring right at me, his posture remained the same. It didn’t tense. It didn’t feel my presence. Could he really see me? I lifted a hand, waving it a bit in front of his face, not too close but not too far as well. It stayed still. Taking a closer look, his eyes seemed dead… blinded even. What exactly was this thing? It indeed looked like a zombie but different than the ones I’ve seen in movies.

And then, the true nightmare crawled out of the deep crust. There was no warning. It was a massive, infinite swarm of pure abomination. Tens of thousands of skeletal, rotted zombies clad in rusted iron armor clawed their way out of the freezing mud. Right behind them, decaying undead horsemen mounted on terrifying, skeletal horses burst from the smoke, their hollow eye sockets burning with blue ethereal flames as they raised jagged broadswords into the fractured sky. Within seconds, the entire plateau was completely surrounded by a swarm of undead warriors from the Land of the Dead.

"Boss, from now on, whatever you say goes. No questions." After Garrick’s rebellion was crushed, the warehouse fell into silence. The trust between Rhys and me had never been stronger, but it extended no further than the two of us. Three months passed, and the temperature rose slightly. Across from us, Delilah’s camp had grown restless. They were actively preparing. I knew what that meant. The final fight was coming. I tossed the modified nail gun to Rhys. The steel-reinforced body made it heavy in his hands. "Hold the roof. If those solar panels go down, we’re done."

The next morning, the guards and chef were already awake before I was. I had barely finished washing up when I saw them standing in the main hall waiting for me. Judging from the looks on their faces, they had already seen what was happening outside. I turned toward the street beyond the one-way glass just in time to see a swarm of grotesque zombies roaming the roads. Some still vaguely resembled humans, but most were drenched in blood, their faces twisted into horrifying shapes. A few were so badly mutilated that their organs spilled out as they ran.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

It clicked open. Inside: brittle scrolls, carved stone tablets, faded ink that smelled faintly of dust and time. We read fast. The Aetherheart Shard was forged during the Great War of Aetherfall — a war fought many years ago between every supernatural fraction. The Primarch of that era, Kaelith Flameborn, created the Aetherheart Shard as a weapon of last resort: a crystal that could force raw elemental power into obedient, multi-element constructs — Revenants. Unlike true Primarch power, it required no special power. Anyone with sufficient mana could wield it. But it was unstable. Kaelith used it to win battles, then the revenant went mad. Before he died, he shattered the Shard and sealed th