Secrets and survival can incur great costs to maintain. For the Battle-Brothers of the Storm Stalkers Chapter, the price is steep indeed.

First attempt at a story. A one-shot describing a Space Marine's declining faith in what he serves. Did my absolute best to ensure there are no spelling errors.

Disturbed by mining in modern day Mongolia, the ancient underground Necron Tomb of the Jenko Dynasty is reactivated 20,000 years early. The initial revivification protocols complete, the Tombs rulers have been awoken from their stasis-crypts. We join them as Phaeron Malphus of the Jenko Dynasty approaches the Briefing Room to hold council with his Cypteks and Overlords.

When an Imperial world fails to pay its tithes, the Dark hands come calling...

A backwater world deep in the Segmentum Pacificus has enjoyed millenia of peace. But now all that is about to change. A storm is brewing and forces across the galaxy are closing in. Meanwhile, an ancient evil stirs below the surface, ready to once again slaughter all in their path. Many will try to negotiate with these invaders, but in 42nd Millennium there is only war. (Discont.)

In the grim dark future, the fifth God is born. And it was about time.

This is a brief story about a Commissar getting rather creative when executing some Eldar pirates.

Awoken from his slumber, the ancient Dreadnaught known only as "Brother Phobos" begins to tell the tale of Caracala, the broken hive in the middle of a blighted desert and the hunting of the Toll Booth Boys gang by the fearsome and supposedly legendary figure of "Father Time", a horror used to frighten children in the cold nights of the under-hive depths.

Roused from his slumber of centuries, the ancient Dreadnaught known only as "Brother Phobos" recounts the oldest tales of the Space Marines from the storied chapter of The Sons of The Apocrypha.

A secret mission, in a long forgotten part of the galaxy. Brother-Sergeant Cadius Therim of the Blood Angels Second Company is tasked with reclaiming a planet that has long sat out side of the Imperial grasp of the Ecclessiarcy. However Magos Tekrim, seems more interested in the history of the Planet, and its connection to the history of the Blood Angels Primarch Sanguinuis. Yet t

An introduction to the Jenko Necron Dynsaty Specific tales will follow

A chronicle of those lucky enough to survive encounters with the angriest of all the Emperor's children. Done for now, couldn't think of any more ways to curse in caps.

He used to think the life of a guardsman was an unfair one. By now, he'd learned that it was the whole universe that was unfair. Oneshot.

The folly of others is a treat to be savored.

An Eldar Swordmatron has stood undefeated for centuries on the icy planet of Niflheim. Now, an Ultramarine arrives to relieve her of her burden.

What happens when a lesser demon of the warp enters the material universe without any knowledge of what it is, or what it is suppose to do?

Faith and Duty follows the exploits of Canoness Superior Praxedes during the first stages of Hive Fleet's Kraken invasion of the galaxy. The story was one of the three novel proposals I sent to Games workshop during the 2011 open submission period, none of them were accepted and thus I upload them as fan fiction. These are the first three chapters, continuation is unlikely.

A one chapter short story about a brief encounter between the Imperium and Anti-Imperium.

A woman wakes up in a cold bright examination room. No name, no past, no memory. They handed her a sword and told her to kill. Thus passes innocence. The Ordo Malleus cares not for your name, nor for your feelings or fears. You will serve, you will suffer, you will die. And the galaxy will spin on.

Faith saved Nikephoros Komnenos from the predations of Chaos. His faith saved his very world. His reward? A lifetime of servitude to the Golden Throne of Terra. His faith was strong, but he was merely one more sacrifice in humanity's most desperate aeon. It is the 41st Millennium and there is only war. Sequel to "A Whim"

What does pain mean to you?

A traitor guardsman speaks of his former life and his discovery of Chaos.

I cry when angels deserve to die.

On the forgeworld of Nessus in the Eye of Terror, a small band of mysterious space marines intercept a Word Bearer convoy with a package that could tip the balance of power with the Imperium.

Every ship needs a good Chief Engineer, and Inquisitor Rin has chosen a rather blasphemous, if not eccentric, Tech Priest.