The Saga Of the PlagueWolves

The Saga Of the PlagueWolves

  • WpView
    Reads 35
  • WpVote
    Votes 3
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing10m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 15, 2024
WpInfo
Fanfic
This story is one inspired by the Lore of the SpaceWolves a Warhammer 40k Chapter but this Tale follows my own personal Custom Successor Chapter to the Vlka Fenryka known as the PlagueWolves. They are the Vlka Fenrykas most regretted mistake they've ever made but not for the creation and founding of this new Chapter instead it's what they did to them. Read along and find out for yourself about the harsh cruel beginnings to those known as the PlagueWolves.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Mortal's Choice
  • Imperium (Aquila, Book 2)
  • Uneasy Comfort.
  • snow and stars| jon snow
  • Out Of Reach
  • True Identity // A Socksfor1 Horror AU
  • Iron and Wolves
  • The Ark of War (Crossover x Emperor male reader) [BEING REPLACED/SOFT REBOOT]
  • Lost in the Wires, Iron and Neons

"What are you doing?" She asked and her voice sounded rather small even to her. She had asked him how to help him. This wasn't what she was expecting and being flush against him she could easily tell just how aroused he was. She didn't think she'd done anything to evoke that kind of response. Clearly she had and there was a kind of rumble she could just barely hear coming from him. He turned her and took a step forward which trapped her between him and the glass there. His mouth grazed hers and she thought that he was going to kiss her but didn't. He couldn't be any more flush against her if he tried and she wasn't sure if she should try and move away or not. Actually a part of her didn't really mind and was rather excited by what he did. Was doing, and she definitely felt a rush through her and her stomach clenched when she felt his teeth scrap against her throat. His hands dropped to the hem of her shirt and rather swiftly shoved it upward as his hands slid over her sides and she shivered for a moment. She should tell him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't listen. Ragnarok is the end of all. The three siblings Fenrir, Hel, and Jormungandr will destroy the nine realms. Once Fenrir is freed when Jormungandr shakes the worlds. It would break open the tomb holding Fenrir and then even the gods would be devoured. But what happens if Fenrir's tomb is opened by a mortal instead? What happens when the siblings of Ragnarok are shown a different choice other then what fate had decreed? Some times it's not about saving the world, just saving one soul that can change the fate of all the rest. How do you stop a god that doesn't care and wants to destroy? How do you love one that has never felt? Are you willing to love someone who may never love you?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines