When having a conscious despite being a bio-engineered transhuman killing-machine is its own special kind of hell [Note: this is a stand-alone prequel story featuring the same Lamenter from "Son of My Sorrows"]

Leman Russ has been wandering through the twisted realms of Chaos for nearly 10,000 years. He thought he had seen everything the horrors of the immaterium had to offer him; until now. Faced with a place that challenges everything he thought he knew about the universe, could this new world hold the key to saving not just the Imperium, but all of reality?

Magsnik Kogchewa, Warboss of the Ullanor Ork Empire, has had it. He tried his god damn best to be the best damn Warboss there is after waking up as an Ork but then the shiny git decided to ruin his plan for Galactic Domination. In times like these, the only way forward is to flip the board game and say fuck it. Besides, retiring sounds like a good plan.

A forgotten Necron Dynasty, on the far edges of the Halo stars, awakens to find it is virtually dead. A small human colony, lost long ago in a warp storm and forced to settle on an inhospitable world, struggles to survive in a brutal galaxy. These forces, driven by necessity and vengeance, will find common cause and build something new.

The Word Bearer Procrus and his subordinates have successfully escaped the Imperial world of Ripag's Watch in the Cadian Gate, but now will they survive long enough to get back to the (relative) safety of the Eye of Terror?

Isha escaped the Fall and Slaanesh, turning to the dubious aide of the Emperor of Mankind for protection. But as it turns out, escaping may have been the easy part...(Adopted From Ashynarr)

Bloody Platoon has run countless successful missions across Cadia. But a spy is working within the 10th Kasrkin Regiment; it's up to Marsh Silas and his Kasrkin to prevent Traitor Guardsmen and heretics running rampant across the planet. A lighter, short story with vignette style-chapters following Marsh Silas & Co. during the interim between Volume II and the upcoming Volume III!

On a forgotten planet at the edge of the galaxy, something awakens. Will it be the miracle that will save the galaxy or the curse that will let it burn?

A lone Kislevite warrior hunting a beastmen warband in an attempt at rescue. My first time publishing anything on this page. This is my attempt at trying to depict that oldhammer vibe. English is my second language so grammar may seem odd or flat out wrong for native speakers. Hope you enjoy!

The Prince of Pleasure uses our past sins, our immense amounts of lewd imagery, to win the Great Game. But the Emperor manages to bring victory from the jaws of defeat, albeit at a cost: Now Humanity will have to fight an entire galaxy dead set on breeding with humanity. Smutty crackfic. This is also based on something I saw on /aco/

A starving artist is swept away from her home in New Jersey to the grim darkness of the far future. She embarks on a quest with her new friends to discover the secrets of the Warp itself so that she may return home. A Chaos-saturated take on the Wizard of Oz, and an epic "weak to strong" tale as a possible new God-Empress navigates her uncertain future.

The premise of the story is thus: a guy from the modern world wakes up in the Warhammer 30k universe. Pretty basic, right? Here's the twist: he has no knowledge of Warhammer and is in possession of a heavily modified version of the Celestial Forge. Will he set the Galaxy ablaze? Will he laze around? Read to find out! Rating is because Warhammer is pretty dark.

The Red Angel, the Lord of the Red Sands, and Primarch of the Twelfth Legion. The tale of Angronius is a bloody one, and fated to end in tragedy. But, what if things happened differently? ( Rated M for you-know-what-reasons )

A surprisingly well organized Planetary Defense Force attempts to contain and eliminate a mysterious insurgency on the manufacturing world of Guryor II. As time passes, the situation only grows more dire. Is there any hope for the brave soldiers of the Emperor?

Can a Captain of the Flesh Tearers control his darker nature?

I don't know how it happened. I suddenly woke up in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb world. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing. To survive in this cruel galaxy I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of, maybe I'll end up creating mine along the way. Who knows?

A story about individuals trod the road to damnation.

After their horrid, soul-destroying fight on the world of Sarkeath, Attelus and his comrades have earned one lead; a name: Inquisitor Soloston of the Ordo Malleus. Soon, he's tracked to the backwater shrine world of Quoranda. But something froths beneath the surface of the oh so puritanical world. Something destined to drown the entire sector in a sea of agony and decay.

Through a cruel twist of fate, a person from a normal Earth is transported into the 41st Millennium. However, unlike most in this situation, he has a very distinct advantage: the power of the Forge of Stars...or as it is sometimes known as, the Celestial Forge...[First person Fic / Celestial Forge V3]

[All Tomorrows/WH40K] Man's victory over Chaos, Xenos and the universe that would be remembered by many for eternity. And others of course.

A story about some ork boyz doing ork boy things.

On the fringes of the Imperium, Xenos have longed encroached. With the galaxy split and the Imperium distracted, the Tau have set their sights on the Imperial Agriworld of Cena Primaris. Fate has other plans thought, as the Death Korps of Krieg arrives on world bearing a mysterious cargo. Will the Kriegers hold the planet, or will another world fall to the Emperor's foes?

The Imperium of Man has fallen, Terra is overrun by the Tyranids as they overwhelm the Imperial Palace. As a last, desperate measure, The Emperor enacts a ritual on his last Loyal Son. A War-weary, crippled and unprepared Roboute Guilliman is cast back in time. No plan, no stratagem, only knowledge of the Imperium's Death Throes. Story Premise Only

We follow the story of a Skitarii Ranger who is in the middle of fending off an Ork invasion from a knight world. Can he bring honour and glory to the Machine God?

Age of Sigmar fanfiction. As the purge of Azyrheim commences, Sigmar, God-King of Azyr, journeys to his secluded location at the utmost top of the city, remembering all that has been lost in the war against Chaos.