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Tarnesh of the XII LegionTarnesh strangled the legionnaire. The chain of his meteor hammer dug into the carved flesh of the Emperor's Children warrior. Veins throbbed beneath the strangling warriors’ forehead and neck. Tarnesh laughed a guttural laugh that spoke of released evil and animal instinct. The Emperor's Children warrior sagged, dead. Tarnesh released his grip on the meteor hammer and rose. He stood before the dead form and smelled the bruised air: blood and hate, death and life coiling into a miasma of insanity. Blue and white armor clad warriors battled with warriors of the III, their armor varying from legionnaire to legionnaire - purples and pinks, raucous colors that made ones stomach lurch and heave. Sickening, he thought. The blue and white warriors were lost to the Nails biting into their ravaged brains. Fury and the wanting of blood to be spilled burning on their grimaced visages. Tarnesh watched this from a collapsed building that spoke of alien origin. Smooth and clean, not like Imper
FireMemories flee from me. My mind is broken, shattered beyond repair. Fragments form, shining with horror and sorrow. Black sand. Burning skies. Thunderous booms and heat washing over me. I feel nothing below me. I am on my back. Darkness. I am being dragged. The earth ruptures before my dulling eyes. I hear voices. Blackness. I’m not on sand, I feel nothing. I see darkness, save for a hazy light above me. I hear a clang to my left. A cough to my right. Darkness. ‘Vulkan…’ I rasp my throat dry. ‘He’s dead, brother,’ a voice in the darkness calls out. ‘He died on the sands, consumed by the fires of war and betrayal. I saw it happen.’ the voice was melancholic, distant and numb.
Was he a son of Vulkan? ‘Whe… where am I?’ I ask, my mind throbbing. Nothing. Darkness. I awake in light. It bathed me in its warmth. I look around, finding my armor hung upon a wall, the Mantles of Ash looked ruined, broken. It hurt my hearts
Slave Wars: SkalathraxSkalathrax
Tarnesh fought with meteor hammer and boltgun. The blood painted his white and blue armor, freezing in the cold air of the Daemon World. The Emperor’s Children warrior before him was on his knees, swaying in the frozen air. ‘The pain, the blissful escape of life. I can feel it, the embrace of the Pleasure God upon my skin. It hurts, it is a good pain. I enjoy my painful dea....’ the warrior never got to finish, Tarnesh smashed the warriors’ skull with a swing from his meteor hammer. The battle raged around him: the destruction of a World Eaters rhino from a missile, the conflagration and the brutal hand-to-hand combat of a rampager squad diving into the burning trench, the bark of bolters and the clang of swords. But this… distraction left him as the Nails took hold, singing their painful melody into his brain. He saw red, the throbbing pulse of blood vessels bursting in his eyes as he lunged into the fray. His meteor hammer crushed the chest o
Victory of the Order of the Bladed SunThe convent was burning; the fires licked the bruised sky, smoked billowed and carried the history away on winds of sorrow. The number of dead was rising; Prioress Angellica Tendiol was dead, along with the majority of command. She died fighting, bolt pistol singing holy justice while her chainsword was an angelic hymn on revving fury. Rumored was that she had fifteen enemies laid before her, bloodied and dead. Vox-chatter was gone. Distant battles around the convent tolled like the bells. However, Sister Superior Dorinia knew what was happening: they were losing and going to die.
The traitor rabble flew from the clear blue skies hours before, troop transports of various designs, cut through that blue sky and rained hell. Cathedral after cathedral cried out for aid, but they ended quickly. The Order of the Bladed Sun’s convent stood upon the hill of tears, on the outskirt of the capital city of Sorrow’s End. Dorinia recalled seeing the Prioress standing on the steps, weepin
SacrificeThe cheering rose from the base of Temple Hive Tonatiuh to the upper tiers, for the Sacred Ritual. Priests in long cloaks of black with stains of blood chant to Tonatiuh, with each priest wearing a mask of Death and Rebirth. The feather-armor of the Eagle warriors shone in the sun. They guarded the beast that was about to die for Tonatiuh. The ululating chanting rose higher and higher, the Temple quaked cause of it. Ataxa Quex smiled. His heart thumped with the beat, the power of man showing their love for their God, the God who sits upon the Throne of Aether Fire, the God that fought for humanity, shedding His very being for that they may live in peace and prosperity. His radiance shines throughout humanity’s entire domain. This sacrifice to Him will add to His never ending will. The soul and ash will be gifts unto him. Ataxa watched his feathered-armored kin march the beast to the altar. Chains clink as they shake. The green beast, dazed and confused, looks around. With mouth h
BoomThe wall exploded as the Leman Russ Punisher drove through. Engines howling and releasing toxin fumes into the enclosed space of the lower hab-block. Furniture was crushed beneath churning treads. The Punisher Gatling Cannon turned back and forth, scanning for targets. The crew was hungry for battle, to feel the rumble of the turning barrels as they spit out shell after shell. ‘Nothing yet, just a shitty room with shitty nothing, sir,’ Gunner Joesf Rewaq said, his eyes glued to target optics. His thumb flicking through infrared to thermal. ‘Wait, got movement to the right, next to the staircase.’
The turret hummed as it turned to face the possible target. ‘Loading,’ Dereg said. The humming died away and the sound of metal on metal clanking into position. The cycling of ammunition was a comforting sound, Joesf thought. ‘I see it, open fire on my command.’
Captain Yesf Belei was a young man, but earned a reputation for having a well-oiled c
The War in Heaven PrologueRa'tesh stood upon the overlook. Staring at the billowing tormented sky. Streaks of lightening danced above in random order - beautiful chaos. He remembered the days he spent looking at the radiated skies of his home world many millennia ago. The devastated people and land, one in the same. Many had died those days. Many suffered devastating diseases, which, ironically, made him an outcast. Oh, those days were long gone. A lash of green energy scoured the air near him, then another and another. Screams added to the din to the atomization of these... these bipedal creatures. They were slow and brutish, technologically inferior to them. Swathes died as their genetic makeup was torn asunder: clothes, armor, and flesh became nothing, dust on the wind. If he could laugh at these creatures, he would. Primitive laser weapons bolted before him, leaving scorch marks on his armored form and those of his kin. Ra'tesh just stood there; looking at the swarm of flesh fought the metal monstrosities t
The War in Heaven‘It could have been worse, Ra’tesh. If my guards and I didn't reach you in time, you would be another corpse in the crypts.’
Ra’tesh barely paid attention to Telemech’s ramblings. Fool. Your son is a violent sycophant, he thought. ‘How long was I out for?’ he asked, his long and bony fingers slide across his recovered face - yet the ulcers and crusted skin were still present. He stared into a mirror that was opposite of his bedding. He never really looked at himself before, how he looked, or anything. The high cheek muscles, the elongated face that was in a permanent rictus state. Deep, sallow eyes glared back him. Pits of despair and anguish, he thought. The bruising was gone, his nose was set back in place, and his teeth were good as new. ‘Six months. When we brought you on the ship, you were unresponsive. Eyes glazed over and swelling formed over your eye and the side of your skull. Putting immense pressure on your brain. Organs flared
And he came forth, wrathful judgement'The line just... just broke. Men were torn to shreds, gun-emplacements torn from their housings, bunkers turned to rubble in a flash,' the young said, his eyes wide and drawn back as he stared into the distance. 'I'm no coward, but I ran - for cover and to compose myself. Monsters taller than the statues you see in the promenade of a church or something. Dried, flayed skin waved as they ran into us, bashed us, tore us apart,' he took a long drag of lho-stick. 'Skulls held by rusted - or possibly dried blood and gore - chains jangled. Some chipped and broke, but the rest just clattered, like the insignificant bangs of the stubber's we had.'
He just stared into the distance for some minutes, I noticed his hand shaking. Most likely by the thought of what he encountered at, what the troopers are calling it, the massacre at Tombstone Mount. What an odd fitting name. He turned to me, fresh tears washing down his battered and bruised face. 'Kaelan, he was my friend, a very good one at that w
Let It Go ( Rapunzel Version)The sun glows bright on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A tower of isolation and it look like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like this swirling flame inside
Couldn't keep it in heaven knows I tired
Don't let them in don't let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal don't feel don't let them know
Well now they know
Let it Burn Let it Burn
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it Burn Let it Burn
Turn away and slam the door
I don't care what mother is going to say
Let the flames rage on
The sun never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything
And my mother who once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, No wrong, No rules for me
Let it Burn Let it Burn
I'm one with the sun and sky
Let it Burn Let it Burn
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let the flames rage on
The sun never bothered me anyway
My powers flurries though the
England x Sister!Reader: Gay or British?
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
"Because," [First] [Last] said, stretching out the word. Eyes narrowed, she stared at Arthur Kirkland. "I see you hanging out with a bunch of. . . guys."
Arthur is a man with messy blonde hair and emerald eyes. He proclaims himself as a gentleman, but his language when he's angry goes against it. Right now he was sitting at a table at a cafe with a newspaper in hand.
[First] is the a younger sister that uses vulgar language from time to time. She was a little strange to others, for she plays some video games like Call of Duty, or Pokemon. She had [h/c] hair that was usually shiny, and [e/c] eyes that were currently scrutinized at Arthur.
Two cups laid on the white fabric of the table. Arthur had specifically ordered earl grey tea, while [First] asked for [drink]. Francis Bonnefoy was the owner of this cafe, in whic
Jeff the Killer x Reader- Sleep and SeaweedYou smiled as set the phone down on the beige countertop, and rushed into your room. You had just called up your group of friends about going to the beach, which you hadn’t done since last summer. Slamming open the closet doors, you picked through the unorganized mess and finally found your (Favourite Colour) two-piece, which included boy shorts which was a plus one in your book. Grinning, you stripped off your previous clothes and placing on the swim attire. You grabbed an oversized, black shirt and exited out of the room. Hearing a car honk, you quickened your pace. You rushed into the bathroom, bending down and grabbing the sunscreen and at least four towels. BEN and Vanilla would probably only dip a toe in the water and run off, so there was probably no reason to bring towels for the aquaphobes. Getting up, you heard three more honks. You cursed under your breath, running out of the bathroom and slipping on a pair of flip-flops, grabbing your keys and running out of the house
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (8) William was pacing around the room. He was currently debating with himself whether or not he should visit (f/n) this early after returning her to the mortal world. He wasn't sure if he wanted to visit for the cause of checking on her, or he just really wanted to see her. His heart thumped faster just thinking about her. 'What has this woman done to me?' he thought, taking a seat on one of the chairs. What has she done to him?
He liked her. No, he loved her. All he thought about was her. She could never leave his mind, even if he tried his best. He would often get distracted by the thought of her as well. Was it the looks? The way her shiny hair move when she did. Or when her luscious lips spoke. Her beautiful voice saying his name that he just couldn't get enough of. Or maybe it was the way she treated him. She understood the meaning of loneliness and knew what he felt like. She could empathize with him more than anyone in his whole existence.
Levi x Reader: After All This Time? (9) (f/n)'s eye shot open immediately, before she could react to William's lips on hers. Levi shoved him and pushed him against the wall. He had his arm on William's neck, very ready to strangle him. William, however, remained unfazed by his attack.
"Why were you kissing my wife?!" Levi shouted, adding pressure on William's neck. There was something about this man that Levi could not trust. And something that he didn't like as well. (f/n) was confused. She woke up feeling warm and soft lips and now the owner of those lips was being strangled.
"I'm going to kill you for that!" Levi shouted once more, about to strangle him to death. (A/N: LOL)
William got bored of Levi's childish threats and his not so effective strength and shoved Levi off, fixing his tie that Levi had ruined.
"Levi! What the hell are you doing in my room?" (f/n) questioned, keeping a stoic yet irritated face. She looked at William threateningly while he
Don't Touch My Hair (Bucky x Reader Oneshot)If it wasn't for you 'The Winter Soldier' wouldn't have a place to crash tonight. Yep, you were harboring a deadly hydra asset in your home. But it's not like you invited him in, he just kind of barged in and threatened you with death if you didn't. It was only a day after the SHIELD HQ had been destroyed along with Hydra that the soldier had become a fugitive. He'd come and go as he pleased, no questions asked, and return in the dead of night through your bedroom window. You knew that if you let him out of your room your parents would freak out, like anyone would if they knew you were hiding a convict, so you had to slip into the kitchen and bring him food.
"Here" you said handing the soldier (who was seated on the floor across from you) a plate with a turkey sandwich on it. He simply nodded in acceptance of the food, and removed his mask to take a bite out of his sandwich.
You sat on your bed silently watching the soldier eat, wondering if you should strike up conversation. "So" you
Rainbow Dash x Male!Pegasus!Reader
A kick start
Fandom: My Little Pony: FiM
Rainbow Dash x Famous!Male!Pegasus!Reader
My Little Pony FiM and its characters © Whoever created it [too lazy to google]
This story © RecklessAlbinoChibi
You/Yourself © Whoever you want, dear.
The young Pegasus couldn't contain her excitement. Her turquoise wings twitched and her hooves fidgeted beneath her. Rainbow Dash couldn't stand still, no matter hard she tried nor how much her friends sighed in annoyance of her antics. To say she was joyful or happy would be an understatement. But today, and today only, would her friends allow this behaviour without uttering so much as a single complaint. She pounced up and down, her violet eyes eagerly searching throughout the crowd of gather ponies. The whole of Ponyville seemed to be gathered here, all with the hopes of meeting one of the most famous pony's in all of Equestria [
Romania X Neko Reader
Romania X Reader
A man is walking down the street. He has strawberry blond hair with crimson eyes and pale skin. He is wearing a dark red overcoat with a white shirt and black pants underneath and black boots. He is strolling along the side walk calmly.
“Go away you filthy beast!” a voice shouts
The man turns to see another man swinging a broom at a cat. The cat has messy (fur/color) fur and fear filled (eye/color) eyes. The cat yowls when the broom hits it and it falls into the street. The man huffs and returns inside. The other man runs to the poor creature.
“Hey, are you ok” he ask petting it gently
It turns to him and meows painfully. He sees it’s a girl and also notices her leg at an odd angle.
‘It must be broken’ he thinks
He scoops her up in his arms. And walks away.
He returns home he puts her down on the couch and leaves only to return with a first aid kit.
“I don’t know much about taking care of cats but I will do my bes
SlendermanXMale!Reader Part 2~Slenderman X Male!Reader Part 2
“What happened to you?” Asked your mum, glaring at your jeans.
“Oh I fell over…” You said, nervously rubbing the back of your neck thinking about your encounter and how the tendrils felt wrapped around your legs.
“And where’s the camera?” Your dad added.
“Oh shit…” You mumbled.
“Language!” Snapped your mum, sending you a sharp look.
“S-sorry…” You looked down and felt like curling into a ball.
“So, where is it?” Coldly said your dad.
“I-I…I lost it…”
And, this of course led to a huge argument. It never mattered what the subject of the argument was, your mum and dad would always find a way to blame you and gang up on you. “Do they get joy out of screaming at me or something?” You sighed to yourself, taking a large scolding off both parents at once about how careless you were.
You had no id
The TruthThe noises were getting louder. The earth shook. He nestled deeper into the berm he clung to. Volcanic rock avalanche over him, the sharpness kiss into exposed flesh. He shivered, it was cold. He been out here all night, running with every ounce of strength he had left, ever since the siege began. But he knew he had to make the Gods proud. They were watching him and him alone, he thought. He recited the words the apostles said to him before handing over the explosive vest. "The Gods will smile as you take down the enemy. Their blood will flow into the Pantheons altars and bring the truth to the masses!"
He smiled at the thought. To be a chosen one of the Gods! He was truly important wasn’t he?
The noise grew louder, the roar of engines swelled around him. The berm shook more. He looked up at the sky. Grey and void of the beauty it once harbored. Only sick clouds wafted by. Toxic smoke bloomed and rained acidic hell. Fires light the darkness. The earth was torn like a body u
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