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.

In which a mercenary Space Marine of unknown origins seeks to win a place in a volatile warband down on its luck

Rando from our world is reincarnated into 40k. Ends up as a Battle Sister. (Working Summary)

A codex about the newly-instated State Army of Sylvania, with an overview of its history, tactics, organization, legendary lords, troops and the most important events and battles.

Ciaphas Cain just intended to spend time partying with the local elite to make his lifetime posting managing a bunch of PDF on a backwater world like Slawkenberg more comfortable. Now his face is on the flag of rebellion across the system, he has an enamoured Daemon Princess stalking him from the Warp, and the lunatics are looking to HIM for leadership …

On the Planet Sierra Segundus, the destruction of Cadia and the Warp Storm that follows forces every citizens from highest Lord to smallest underworlder to make difficult decisions. The imperial order is dying, but maybe something better can come from this rotting corpse?

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.

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)

After receiving a mission from the Emperor and putting an end to the Age of Apostasy, Alicia Dominica travels to the Ghoul Stars to meet a very particular man. Several millennia have passed and now she follows this man who may very well be one of the last true last hopes to save the galaxy from an unending cycle of slaugther, ignorance, and war. **Note: Lore liberties taken.

Jeffrey Hiram was content with his life as an remarkable son of a planetary governor. He was content to let others fight for that seat as he made himself as least threatening as possible. All that would change as an Ork WAAGH threatens the whole sector, now as an armored crewman he will be force to join the fight. Will he survive? Will the guard win the day?

Have you ever been in a bad situation? Yes? Well, that sure doesn't compare to the situation I'm in! Trapped in an ork body, without a warband to be a part of, I must survive in the galaxy while taking care of a baby Eldar. Get ready galaxy, because the story of ork snipers is about to become real.

Aralone, and Genshae set about their task of searching the ruins of a human settlement attacked by the Drhukari. During their search they encounter a frightened child that will bring about one of the greatest weapons of mankind, the next living saint.

An imperial troop transport from 40k crashes through a warp storm and finds themselves in a bit too low orbit around the world of Warhammer Fantasy. Can the survivors handle this new world or will it handle them?

There is a hunger inside of him and bleeding his brothers in the sparring cages in-between battles provides little in the way of relief, until one brother is bold enough to offer it...[Or: a short exploration on what it is like being a Lamenter suffering from the torments of the Red Thirst]

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.

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.

An Eldar x Human (guardsman) romance story.

Forsaken by Chaos and pursued by their treasonous foes? The Sons of Horus have one objective... Revive the warmaster and march under his banner again. Rated T for violence, death, and profanity.

There was nothing to be dealt with besides revenge... And how to claim it. Rated T for violence, death, and profanity.

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 from rampaging across the planet. A lighter, supplemental story with vignette style-chapters following Marsh Silas & Co. during the interim between Volume II and the upcoming Volume III!

All Night Lords were usually little more then thugs in armor... But one group wished to be lords of their own empire. Rated T for violence, death, and profanity.

The Emperor is dead. Terra remains disunited. The Primarchs are scattered throughout the galaxy, only now there is no one coming to retrieve them. What will become of what is left of the Emperor's fledgling Imperium? What of the 20 Primarchs, left to grow and develop in isolation with no knowledge of their father's fate? Can humanity still survive without the Imperium?

What if Malekith's journey to the realms of chaos went a bit differently after Finuval Plain? Before dying to the flames of Asuryan, he is granted a vision and an ultimatum by Asuryan himself. The god tells him that if he can pass through the six circles of seduction in Slaanesh's realm, then Malekith will be his champion. AU end times fic, Anti-hero Malekith. Full summary inside.

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.