It is the end of the 41st Millennium, and the Aurelian subsector is overwhelmed by war. Attacked on all fronts by aliens and traitors, it is up to the outnumbered Blood Ravens to protect their recruiting worlds. Part of the Legacy of the Blood Ravens.

How does a man know when he crossed the line? When does he realize that his soul has tasted the sweet nectar of heresy and found it more wonderful and compelling than what he had feared it would be? Louk Shannegh, a hive-born scoundrel in service to Inquisitor Helsing of the Ordo Xenos, is faced with these questions in the aftermath of a battle for the Imperial planet Tenea.

A Imperial Navy Medic taken captive by Eldar forces for reasons unknown. Ideas and pointers are greatly appreciated as is any feedback, Don't be shy and please do comment. First fanfic so go easy on the rookie.

"They are lost to us forever" - Malcador the Sigilite. Shrouded in mystery, lost to history, whispers of heresy. The untold tale of the Lost Primarchs.

Yasuo has always lived with the wind by his side. But when it turns on him, he must find his own path: to clear his name, to seek the truth. He does not know where his path will take him, but he is prepared for anything that will face him. Or so he thinks. Riven is lost, but she does not know what it is she looks for. Is it forgiveness? Is it strength? Or is it something else?

On Krieg you are born with sins already weighing you down and the only way to redeem yourself is death in the Emperors service. A young Krieg nobleman joins the Korps, not to atone, but for revenge.