The universe of 40k is possibly the worst universe a poor soul could find themselves trapped in. From Daemons, Tyranids, Eldar, and even Man itself ready and willing to kill you for minor grievances and infractions it is hard to get a leg up to survive with your sanity intact. That is of course assuming you don't get lucky with a one in a trillion chance. Like I just somehow did.

Psody grew up, and his adventure continues! With his friends and family, he must now manage a whole kingdom where Skaven and Humans can live together.

Psody a grandi et son aventure continue ! Avec sa famille et ses amis, il tâche de faire vivre au mieux le Royaume des Rats, où Humains et Skavens peuvent vivre ensemble.

For five years, Titus Renn served in the State Regiments, but he wants more from the world. When his uncle gifts him a mysterious blade, he sets out to find its origins, and to see more of the world than just the mud and the blood. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure pursues him, intent and securing the blade for themselves, and the hidden legacy it contains. Commissioned by Stormed

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?

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?

Entombed on the Golden Throne, the Master of Mankind has been near helpless to the cries of humanity, unable to prevent the tides of war that slowly erodes the corrupted heart of His Imperium. The Herd lacks a Shepard. So with what power he still maintains control of, the Emperor decides to try to tip the scale in Humanity's favor. It's time for something new... well, new-ish.

A Space Marine and Sister of Battle learn that they are the key to bringing back the lost Primarch Rogal Dorn. However, to do so they must reignite old desires.

For over five millennia, the Adepta Sororitas have zealously defended the Imperium of Man from alien, mutant and heretic alike. They are the Daughters of the God-Emperor, the mailed fist of the Imperial Church. They are the Sisters of Battle. But now, on a remote world, one young Sister finds herself confronted by a horror that will shake the very core of her faith.

There is a mercenary company roaming the land. An entire legion of sellswords, but they don't ask for coin, typically. No, they ask for knowledge of events, even if only in the form of rumours, they ask for raw materials, and they ask for use of facilities with which to work those materials. In that order of preference. They are armed. They are professional. They are... lizardmen?

Time is not linear in the Warp, and the future changes the past, while the past brings about the future. A deeply unimportant Necron Cryptek becomes the pet project of a Daemon Prince, to see if a Necron can be corrupted to chaos. And unimportant things can become very important, given time to grow and flower. Trazyn would know.

A long term side-project I'm working on, this story is inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe. When a formerly loyal agricultural world mysteriously falls under the influence of the Tau Etherals, the 707th Greyhound regiment of the Astra Militarium is dispatched to reclaim this revolting world in the name of the Emperor and Imperium, however not is as it all seems. This story w

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?

Years after the calamity event befallen upon this world everything is seemingly to be more stable and starts working towards to the road of prosperity. However, the sudden appearance of a new star in the night sky seemed to be a bad omen for what is to come...Minka Terra a young soldier will seek what has happened in the past and face the malice of the unknown future.

isha con el imperium

After years of terrorizing the Imperium following the Horus Heresy, the Night Lords Captain Azall Thalac has returned to Tsagualsa, heeding the summons of his primarch. What lies in store for him is beyond anything he could have possibly imagined...[a prequel story to 'Preysight']

an essay

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?

Nine years in to the forty-second millennium, the wavering Imperium of Man struggles against the turmoil engulfing the galaxy. Larn, long demobilised and living under the radar, ekes out an existence with his old prison gang the Roaneks, until an unexpected message from an old associate reaches him, calling for one last favour.

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.

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.

Attaqué de toutes parts, l'Imperium peine à endiguer la masse de ses ennemis. Pourtant, il est des hommes qui cherchent à inverser la tendance, et à apporter le combat au cœur-même des territoires conquis. A la tête d'armées dont le nombre dépasse l'entendement, ils mènent de saintes Croisades, forts de leur talent inné pour la stratégie à une échelle inimaginable.

A special Founding is what they called it, an experiment by the High Lords of Terra. Take a Space Marine, cut him off from his Chapter, and order him to create his own, in whatever way he can.

Roboute Guilliman esta apunto de descubrir las razones que obligaron al emperador a matar a sus hermanos(II y XI). ¿Podrá soportarlo? ¿Sedera a la locura? ¿Destruirá todo lo que queda? Hay quienes dicen que la ignorancia es bendición. Puede que Roboute llegue a estar en desacuerdo con ese dicho.

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.