Cadia burns, hope fades. Decimated by the Forces of Chaos, the broken remnants of the Imperial Guard and Navy flee the ruptured Cadian Gate and the spreading Warp rift. With his allies lost, newly-promoted 2d Lieutenant Larn is forced in to the organisation known as INI and finds himself a pawn in the schemes of the mysterious figures within. The final chapter in the Grunts Series.

On the forge world of Sapesh, an insurrection has risen up seemingly out of nowhere and has thrown the planet into a bloody civil war. In the midst of the chaos, Ameli Kantarr and the crew of Lemun Russ 266 must fight their way through enemy-infested ruins and whatever else may lurk in the shadows.

The year was 2173. Isis and her siblings were sent by their father, the leading officer of defense, to investigate an unknown vessel that entered the system. Now a mission incomplete, an anomaly, a sister lost, Isis and her brothers separated. In another time, can she find her family? A way back? Or carve a new path? My first fanfic, rated M to be safe.

Inspired by the great Dornian Heresy of Aurelius Rex, here is an alternate timeline to the Warhammer 40000 universe, where Guilliman turned traitor instead of Horus, and led half the Legions in rebellion against the Emperor. The Index Astartes are done for all Legions. Now, the Times of Ending have begun ... Also has a TV Tropes page now !

A fan request story. Ynarana Mekrath the dark elf "Gwendil" (lesbian) moved from the city of Clar Karond to a quiet plantation to escape homophobic persecution and join a small secret dark elf lesbian community, desiring a quiet life with her fellow lesbians in peace. But then everything changed when a vampire came to stalk her quiet plantation. (Set in 6th ed before GW ruined WF)

Accidents happen. That's why these six are a thing. And now they're coming back. Hilarity ensues.

A young man's desire for adventure is met in ways he could never imagine.

It is the duty of a commissar to ensure that the line holds for they are the spine of the Astra Militarum. Some might even say that a commissar is more feared than the actual enemy. But how am I supposed to fucking survive this?

In the 42nd Millennium, there is only war. In the Hive World of Twilight where the promise of technology and understanding still remains but the corrupted and rotten bureaucracy in its place is threatening to destroy all of it slowly but surely. And when the threshold has finally been broken, it will take only a spark to burn all of it down. And there will be retribution...

The adventures of the Grimfangs Great Company as told or seen by its members throughout the years.

Follow the story of Anon who is reincarnated in 40k after his unfortunate demise, why is he here? can he control his psychic abilities before being consumed by chaos? who brought him here? read through his journey as he seeks to answer these questions. The story is a reupload since I didn't like the last version. (Image by TheMinttu, DeviantArt)

One day after the Emperor of Mankind's arrival on Macragge, Roboute Guilliman discusses the future with his adoptive mother Tarasha Euten. One-shot.

Stuck in the Grimm dark future. Well at least i have a nice outfit to die in. Be ready universe here comes commissar Eric Steger the daemon of the Imperium. Self insert rating M because well 40k

Being reborn in the Warhammer 40k universe is the last thing that Jason would have thought he would have to go through. The worst thing though? He’s not human anymore, not even a normal Eldar or Necron. Instead, he’s now a certain blood god.

Being reborn in the Warhammer 40k universe is the last thing that Leonardo would have thought he would have to go through. The only salvation is that he’s now a certain Red haired Primarch, his goal? Making sure that both him and his sons survive the coming hellish years, and to change their previous fate.

The men and women of the 49th Qart-Hadashtim Rifles find themselves fighting for their lives against an unknown xeno species. Will they stand fast and triumph? Or will the Bell of Lost Souls toll for them?

A short One-Shot with the potential to become something larger. I wrote this to give some character and context to my Creations of Bile list that I was planning on building...Just in time for leaks from a new Codex to start, meaning I've gotta remake the list.

A Farseer on an Exodite world seeks to understand and cure the plague poisoning the minds of her people. However, she has little knowledge of how deep the rot has become, nor of the scale of the plot she has become enmeshed in.

In which Ciaphas Cain attempts to recount his arrival into the Neo-Imperium and is occasionally interrupted by the various- now adult- juvies mentioned in his account. All of whom have their own input on what happened, and insist on discussing it in his office; not in the editing room.

Yr'an Sarih, Archon of the Steel Hand has placed quite the odd challenge before herself. How to get this little human to relax and let her seduce him... I came up with his idea on r/yandare where we were talking about what it would be like if a Dark Eldar wanted to seduce a human and how they'd try it. So here's the result of that late-night story idea.

Taking place in the year 2487 of the Imperial Calendar, in a Warhammer Fantasy setting, Enos Geltroc is an Imperial Citizen during the Age of Sigmar. One day his town is besieged by Orks and he's captured; Despite the lethal labor and deadly cutthroat atmosphere of Ork society, he survives, making friends with outcasts and oddities, and marks the burgeoning legacy of the Man-Ork.

In a raid gone wrong a young Kabalite gets wounded she ends up in the care of several groups of interest as their captive.

When they are approached by another Chapter the Storm Heralds set out on a quest for vengeance but instead find themselves thrust into deadly peril from all sides. This story is a sequel to my previous story Noctem Oritur, art by Judd Abinuman.

A Complete Version of the famous and infamous /tg/ 1d4chan fanfiction: Love Can Bloom. I am not the writer of this, I am simply sharing it on this site, so that it may be enjoyed by many. Full Story Summary inside.

Picture an untamed, wintery wilderness. A place where spindly, tall evergreens dot the landscape. A deep ravine lay there, where two ice-capped mountain ridges oppose each other. So tall were these ranges, that the observer would have to strain their necks to the point of discomfort just to be able to see their peaks...(SI/OC)