Tobias was born a Psyker. This is the story of how he was taken from home by one of the infamous Black Ships.

A lizard man fanfic to see how it goes

Two fleets, from two Craftworlds quite unhappy with each other. An Exodite world aflame. Can hope flow once more between the stars? Can truth, at least? Written August 2014.

A planet, supposedly under attack by Necrons. A squad of Salamanders. A terrible war. The end of inaction is the beginning of transcendence. Written November 2013.

Just a quick one-shot about my favorite traitor legion. The transport Amymone is in trouble and needs to dock quickly. Could the it all be a trick? -Complete-

To many within the Empire, magic and sorcery is a thing to be shunned and feared by most people. But for some, it becomes a potent weapon in destroying the darkness which threatens the Heirs of Sigmar. On one such battlefield, where Imperial Army stands fights the minions of Chaos, a Wizard of the Bright Order soon becomes the beacon of hope to which will rally the hearts of men.

When a massive Chaos warhost pours into the vulnerable worlds of the Lazarus Sector, it falls to the inexperienced soldiers of the Imperial Guard to hold the line. Can these novice regiments prevail against the traitor hordes? Or will they fail and let darkness sweep across the entire sector? Rated T for violence.

A year after retreating to Terra, the Emperor emerges from below the Imperial Palace renewed. A new epoch of the Great Crusade has begun - a direction not all will support. Written by gothik in 2011. Takes place late 001.M31.

The World Spirit of the Exodite world Xartassax is disturbed. Two Exodites investigate, to find the root of light - the song of Esaiex. Written January 2013.

A Lower Mid-Hive. Pasen Olefle sought to profit from his understanding of code, and died for it. His son looks for vengeance; fate looks for an opening. Written August 2012.

What could be harder than liberating a whole planet from Orks or saving an entire planetary system from Tyranids? You guessed it...getting our fearless Commissar's personal aide to take a shower! (T for mild suggestive content)

A short story after a long break about the ascendant renegades. Regrettably, formatting limitations take a little away from the impact of the story.

A war on Medrengard, a clash between brother Iron Warriors; but an inevitable one, for one Warsmith sees the other as a coward, and the other sees the first as mad. Written August 2012.

Hexeril, after the fall. Follows 'From Oneself'. Written November 2012.

It is a well known fact that the Inquisition operates with the direct authority of the Emperor. These proud men and women vary. Some are zealous, others are scholarly, but one in particular is notoriously psychotic.

A dragon sleeps. A ship arrives at its destination. Written July 2012.

Hafrav had twelve skulls on his armor, for the twelve Marines he killed; but death is not the end for a follower of Nurgle. Follows 'Should be Expected'. Written July 2012.

Battle rages in a place where reality is broken twice, and a Black Dragon squad sees the end. Written May 2012.

Vyx Lukr of the Sons of Medusa waits for the Chapter leadership to decide his fate. Follows 'Of Mind and Body'. Written February 2012.

The Pathfinder captain Nifastet is called back to his home, Craftworld Alaitoc, in a time of secrets and darkness. Written January 2012.

Both the Order of the Argent Shroud and the Order of the wounded heart have dispatched forces to support the space marine chapter; Roaring Lions, 5th company in an ongoing crusade against insurrections within the region. An act of Heresy separates the forces and Sister Superior, Zethina is caught in the crossfire.

Third company have been participating in this engagement with an Ork Horde for more than six months, now with a new threat rearing its head in their direction the Company's days may be numbered. Short to medium length story, do leave an R&R. Based off actual tabletop games.

The triplets of Geruva are the only Imperial Knights on record to have gone rogue. They now roam the galaxy, searching for work and battle, while at the same time improving their Knights on the side. Eventually, though, they stumble into something that they know they cannot refuse, for if they did, it would spell not just their deaths but the deaths of billions

Quartermaster 707-066-482 has to weigh his duty to the Emperor and the Death Korps of Krieg against his family.

Medusa is a churning world, a planet deeply affected by its nearness to the Eye of Terror; and that, perhaps, is what the Iron Hands ran from, in the general direction of mechanical madness. But through the millennia, Medusa's soul never fell; and the Tenth can never truly escape their home. Written November 2011.