a guardsman writes into his diary about the ridiculous things he has to deal with on a day to day basis. (this is set in the if the emperor had a text to speech device, ignore any plot holes. such as our resident guardsman knowing too much.)

The world of Spinel VII has come under siege from the Black Legion and their hordes of the Lost and the Damned. Davian, a radio operator, must steel himself for his potential last stand. Accompanying him is Sergeant Johnathan Barnes, his commanding officer and closest friend. The two must face grueling trials if they're to survive such an attack on their home-world.

Ex-guardsman Garmon just wanted to lead a quiet life in a forgotten rimworld drinking away his memories. But a moment of ill-advised chivalry has him running from local thugs and constables as well as the Inquisition, a bewildered pregnant woman in tow. To get offworld, he'll need to strike a bargain with one of the Imperium's oldest enemies. If he can stay alive that long.

Un monastère de pierre froide sur une planète déchirée par le souvenir de la guerre, un prêtre-guerrier qui renoue avec la vie civile et de simples pas traversant un couloir au plus profond de la nuit. Lorsque de douloureuses réminiscences assaillent l'esprit d'un vétéran, les choses les plus anodines ont le pouvoir de devenir la source de profonds tourments.

Lady Jessikah Orlock may have been one of the upper crust of the hive city, but she also leads her own gang known as the Inheritors. This is the tales of their rise to power

In pursuit of a rumored and terrible weapon, an interdimensional warrior braves the dark depths of a Spacehulk that has been adrift for almost two centuries. Prepared to face threats from aliens or stowaways, he finds himself caught off-guard when the real danger turns out to be something he cannot even see. AU (PJ #6)

Jericus, technoprêtre depuis quelques années, a terminé sa formation auprès de l'Inquisition. Ayant saisi une opportunité suite à sa belle victoire défensive face à des xénos, il est prêt à travailler pour l'Empire. Son objectif est de s'affranchir des ses limites humaines et de devenir un disciple digne de l'Esprit de la Machine.

just simple tales of men and women that went above and beyond the call of duty in service to the Emperor, and paid the price for it

Information Reguarding the Charnel Raptors

(Based on Total Warhammer Fantasy: It's not based on the actual lore, but based off of gameplay and tidbits I know so far.) Prince Raynor had died, his kingdom lost, his fate was sealed... or was it? After all, fates and games are somewhat changeable. Just press reset. Will that be enough to change his fate, though?

What is a measure of a man? What is the measure of a dark elf, for that matter? A scholar who never had any aspirations towards adventure or great deeds is forced to face this question after several encounters with Druchii leave her life changed forever. Armed only with her wits and her education, she has to find a way to survive and preserve her identity.

The CXVI Steel Eagles clashing with the orks.

A Sister of Battles story about the few who survived an Ork Raid. And motorcycles. Games Workshop owns the universe. It's my characters and stories.

My game group played Necromunda occasionally during the early 2000's. This story is a polished up battle report, of a game played at my shop. On a 3-D gaming tower I built. (OC) Original characters. I thank Games Workshop for inventing it (not mine). #Escher #spyre #Delaque #ogryn

Welcome to the Grimm darkness of Warhammer 40k, please take a seat. This is about a REALLY old knight who would wound up in the grand story of the millennia. Negative feedback is helpful. Rated M because it's Warhammer I mean come on. First story HIGHLY EXPERIMENTAL and HERESY inbound.

A storm is brewing in the Syrix system and it will take everything the imperium can throw at it to wether the coming apocalypse.

"You will walk a path of blood and fury." A young Aeldari falls to the Blood God. This is her tale. (I do not own the universe, this is just for fun)

What if you sent for an Inquisitor when you didn't really need one just as a PR stunt? What if that Inquisitor turned out to be a stoner with a couple of bimbos and an ogryn in tow? What if it turns out you really did need an Inquisitor after all? Welcome to the adventures of Inquisitor Smoke.

Istvaan V was when the true scope of the Heresy was revealed. Now Corvus Corax has returned to pay his respects to the dead. But there are more things out there than just corpses. The Ghosts of the Past are still there and they desire peace.

When the Forked Tongue of Sotek appeared. Its discordance to the Great Plan set in motion for the Lizardmen to seek answers that binds their fate to the Great Vortex. When the sacred plaque shined its light that day within the depths. Buried amongst countless relics, another also shined. Its smothered light almost missed by the skink priests amidst the darkness. All except for one.

After the death of 1st Company Chief Gunthur "William" Lycigro at the hands of Ork Warboss "Brainsmasha" on Vigilus, the new 1st Company Chief, Archamus "Joseph" Romardal must has to prove his worth a remove the doubt from those who were opposed to his ascension. During the Clan Festival, the newly appointed Chief must defend the Home-World from an a newly awakened and ancient foe.

It's a Warhammer 40K isekai, but with a little twist! Instead of retaining his humanity, our protagonist (and borderline self-insert) wakes up from a VERY long nap to find himself now in the body of a Necron Phareon! Undead robot skeleton shenanigans ensue as he tries to find a purpose in this new universe, and reclaim a long lost empire that apparently was once his…

Day 20 of Jeenktober: Fade (Chaos Space Marine OC) and Jeenko (Daemonette OC) are having a wholesome breakfast together that includes Pancakes! I have written many a short stories before, but this is the first one I published for public scrutiny! Feel free to give me some pointers so I can improve in the future :D

Three years after Secret War. Attelus and the other survivors are sent to investigate the war torn world of Sarkeath. With Attelus' hallowed heroes, the men of the Velrosian 1st fighting on the surface, it's personal. Especially when their leader, General Tathe had ordered a successful Exterminatus months before. Is this yet another scheme of their shadowy foe? Or a dead end?

The Custodes Dreadnought Heracal is woken for battle. During the process, his mind is cast back to defining points in his life. The first in a series of pieces about the characters of the Dreadfleet Noctis, My homebrew Custodes Shield Host