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.

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!

A short story I made about a custom Custodes Blade Champion

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.

A retired guardsman Niko Armanen from the Imperial Guard regiment of the "Kalevan Silver Spears" spends his lonely time on a lush, distant world. His peace is disturbed upon an unexpected chain of events which leads him to a howling banshee of Ulthwe. Battling with their beliefs, they pave their own destinies against the strings of fate in order to survive the cruel galaxy.

The Old One have returned and the galaxy trembles before them. Fear them for they have come for the day of reckoning. All shall know of their name, all shall bow before... Kermit

A collection of short stories in an AU centering around the IInd and XIth Primarchs through the Horus Heresy. This does tie into my story about Arwyn Clay and his Bale Hounds, but also will tie into the XIth Primarch and his legion. Infrequent updates, but hopefully the quality makes up for it. Absolutely wrote this up because I have too many ideas in my brain.

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.

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.

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?

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 the 42 Millennium. Can she find her family? A way back? Or carve a new path? My first fanfic, rated M to be safe.

Rather smut story (with plot) with space marines and other factions of the grim future.

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.

Inspired by the Roboutian Heresy, this is the tale of Lion El'Jonson's fall to Chaos as he leads half of his brothers (and not necessarily the ones you might think) in rebellion against the Emperor.

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.

Defeat looms. Defeat is so close it threatens to not just overwhelm Throne Agent Attelus but also his allies. Attelus is captured by his villainous father Serghar Kaltos, helpless, his spine shattered and kidnapped for the machinations of their nemesis. A once trusted ally has betrayed them, selling them out to the servants of Nurgle. Can Attelus and the others even survive?

A dark tomb world begins to awaken as a mining outfit prepares to harvest the planet.

The first encounter between the Dragon of Cothique and the Hag Sorceress of Grond.

A place for my slowly growing collection of Warhammer 40K/30K flash-fiction. Will mainly focus on Space Marines (both Loyalist and Traitor). Each chapter is a stand-alone story featuring different characters in different situations. Enjoy.

Karaghast is A Lord of Khorne, but the Blood God's favor will run out eventually. This lord will soon find out just what it means to follow Khorne. The story is a quick little dive I did in a morning on the nature of Khorne and the mentality a true believer has. Surprisingly for Warhammer, no content warnings.

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…

A young man's desire for adventure is met in ways he could never imagine.

A short two-pager entered for a recent 1000-word fiction competition, detailing the hubris of those who choose to underestimate the Officio and their methods of disposing heretics. The theme was 'Blind'. Any feedback welcome :)

Roughly 20 years after Women of the Night Lords, Octavia the Slaaneshi slave is now an ageless grandmother and still owned by her slave-owner Wendy Sevenson. With the kids grown up and the nest empty, Octavia has returned exclusively to her role as a tickle slave, and has her own personal grimdark adventures as a Slaaneshi sex and torture slave (A serious story but also a lemon).