Roger Wessyng, a simple Guardsman in the ongoing Haikk crusade, finds himself thrust into the conspiracies and plots of his noble superiors and commander, the Lord Prince Edmund. Thrown between the Imperial Guard and their mysterious Eldar allies, he attempts to survive and handle his new charges, especially a Ranger who takes peculiar interest in him...

What happens when Orc Weirdboy has his body replaced with a cybernetic one made of Necrodermis and has his mind melded with a bloodthirsty AI that has been drifting in and out of the Warp for tens of thousands of years? The answer: A WAAAAAGH like none the galaxy has ever seen. Also the answer: A damn good time. GIVE EM SOME BOOT LEATHER BOYZ!

It is the 30th millennium. Five-thousand years ago, mankind fell into darkness. The Emperor created thirteen sons and thirteen daughters, great warlords to drag mankind out of Old Night. But mighty alien empires contend against him, worst of all the dreadful Rangdan and the Orks of Ullanor; and in the shadows of the galaxy the Chaos Gods plot the ruin of the Emperor's dream…

Syra and Twocaste are brought in two directions. Syra investigates the chaos worshiping alien faction, the Raexa on a Tau world. Meanwhile Twocaste heads to fight another group of Raexa elsewhere. Sorry revising the whole thing didn't like the original.

Elena Martyr is convinced to be a thread in an intricate web of conspiracies and she does not enjoy it. As a Rogue Trader, she intends to go through it all and bring the light of the Imperium in the deepest shadows, but the trials ahead may be too much to bear. Based on Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader, Owlcat videogame.

Inspired by Zahariel's Roboutian Heresy and Aurelius Rex's Dornian Heresy, the Ferrusian Heresy details Ferrus Manus' ascension to Warmaster and his heresy, leading half of the Emperor's sons against their father.

An alternative Heresy, but not in the way many have done before. Horus slain, the consequences grave. A New Warmaster chosen. All of the Emperor's sons walk new paths, although some echo what would have been. Eight will defy their Father, willingly or not. The galaxy shall burn.

Born in the Cursed Founding, the women of the Astral Amazons struggle to defend the Imperium in the face of the Great Rift.

Battlefleet Scolaris, a proud battlefleet of the Imperium of Man is separated into pieces en route to the Planet of Orallia-V during Robute Guiliman's crusade against Hivefleet Leviathan in early M42. Arriving at an unknown system and coming to a habitable, Terra-like world, the Lord Admiral decides to launch a crusade to conquer it in the name of the Emperor.

My collection of drabbles, one-shots and vignettes inspired by the settings of Warhammer 40,000 (mostly), Horus Heresy and the Age of Sigmar. Written over the past several years.

The Eternal War between Chaos and Aeldari gods has ended. Gone is the mighty Aeldari Empire, and the Warp now belongs to the Ruinous Powers of madness, violence, decadence, and despair. Isha, Goddess of Life, has escaped Nurgle's capture, but in a universe filled with unspeakable horrors, unknowable aliens, and uncaring followers the path ahead is overshadowed with grim darkness.

Old wounds must be healed so the sky may open up with future dreams. The Emperor strives to right millennia old wrongs and bring the prospect of thriving, not just pure survival to his imperium. Torn relationships come together, in hopes of mending. Will their dreams of hope thrive against their enemies? Or will all be plunged into the abyss? A possibility to never again be found?

Rule63, self-insert, AO3-cross: I can't say visiting Warhammer was one of those things on my bucket list. Yet I often find that my luck is in the negatives and it has a sense of humor. That's why I find myself on Nostramo of all places, Grim dark the world in grim dark the universes, just my luck. The only Way I can think to survive is to find the one that calls this planet home.

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.

A reincarnated woman finds herself in a unique situation that could possibly change the course of history after cashing in a favor from the Trickster God, but there are consequences to changing history. Including the emergence of characters that were not originally cannon. Say goodbye to the 4th wall, cause it’s gone now.

A woman 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 alt-canon "weak to strong" tale as a possible new God-Empress navigates her uncertain future.

A tired regent reflects on the pointless destruction of another world

Eight diehard fan of Warhammer 40k are thrown into a universe where there is only war with a singular objective: Make sure that the good guys win. But does 40k even have a good guy? Who cares! Bolter and Chainsword dude!

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 …

A soul from our world is called upon to help a dying Galaxy, Gamer SI-OC into Warhammer 40k,

"En el despiadado universo del lejano futuro solo hay guerra." Eso es algo que Kanan Scott sabía muy bien. Después de doscientos años o más, pues nunca los contó, pensó que su muerte le daría la oportunidad del descanso eterno en el universo de Warhammer 40k. Nunca pudo estar más equivocado. Esta historia esta disponible en YouTube.

I woke up in a galaxy at war in a body that doesn't belong to me, I don't understand how it happened, but I'm in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb, with my dynasty dead and surrounded by enemies on all sides. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing, to survive I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of. Or create my own?

It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. Now since the golden dick bag can't get out of his wheelchair, I am going to fix this literally God forsaken universe.

Age of Sigmar fanfic. The burning mountains of Kurz Valka, home to a fierce lodge of Fyreslayers, is under assault by a vicious horde of Khornate Bloodbound. Rallying to the aid of the Fyreslayers are a host of warriors from across the Broken Continent, from aelven Daughters of Khaine, the valiant Stormcast Eternals, and even the Kharadron Overlords. Multi-POV with battle scenes.

Thoughts on female custodians