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.

In a scheme of the Emperor's one of Trazyn's DAoT artifacts is activated cloning someone from M3. Now this time lost human, and a repentant clone of the Primarch Fulgrim must work together to escape Trazyn's museum, and improve the state of the galaxy. But that's only if they can learn to trust each other and gather the will to face a galaxy that is only War

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.

Pyotr Kravis of the VIIIth Legion has a penchant for cheating death and making enemies. Thus, when an old rival rears his head and forces Pyotr's warband on the run, he must find a solution to save his brothers from annihilation. All the while, a corruption seeps further into his soul, driving him nearer and nearer to Chaos.

On the fringes of the Imperium, Xenos have long 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?

One an elite Catachan trooper in the Imperial Guard, Ash Spitzam found his true destiny. In a flash of golden flame that consumed an entire world, his soul was awoken. An ever-faithful servant of the Golden Throne, he suddenly finds himself standing before it as the Avatar of the Emperor, the end product of one of the Emperor’s final plans. He awakens as Lord Eversight.

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.

Captured Drukhari learns of ambitious new Tau plan.

In the grim darkness of the far future... Space Marines will get up to shenanigans.

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 …

The Agriworld of Harof has insidiously conspired with the foul xenos known as the Tau and have turned against the light of the Emperor. Can the 12th Jopall Indentured Regiment retake the world and perhaps work off their debt as well?

In the grim darkness of the Koronus Expanse, beyond the borders of the Imperium, is the realm of Rogue Traders. This is the novelisation of the eponymous game, where a former Commissar has been called to take up the mantle of the von Valancius dynasty. Despite the stain of past shame, she must uncover the mysteries sowed by her predecessor, the enigmatical Theodora, and face Chaos.

(Set in the AU where all twenty Primarchs took part in the Horus Heresy) It is the 36th Millennium and the Reign of Blood is in full effect. The power mad Goge Vandire has set his sights upon the Hounds' Protectorate, a region of Imperial space entrusted to the Bale Hounds chapter to protect and govern. Can the Bale Hounds alone be enough to retain the sanctity of their worlds?

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?

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.

Follow the life of Git No. Five-Lotz-Two, the appointed scrivener and toolbox-holder of Freeboota mekboy Zapgrod, as he abusively starts writing a diary in his boss's personal computer.

It is the 42nd Millennium. The God-Emperor is ever nearer to death. A 27th Founding is needed. This is the largest Founding yet, with a huge amount of chapters being birthed. But will these Chapters survive their first days, or will they be snuffed out? Or will they take an even darker route? Meanwhile, a new force spills out from the Eye of Terror. (I dont own Warhammer)

In the shadowy depths of the Warhammer 40,000 universe, where the Emperor's light scarcely reaches, one young woman stands at the precipice of destiny. Isha, a prodigy bound by the oppressive traditions of her world, is caught in a web of intrigue, betrayal, and cosmic horror.

Nimrod of Babel has certain objections to how the galaxy is run, so he becomes the Eleventh Primarch. Very briefly.

An Isolated Shrine world is falling rapidly to the taint of chaos. In the world's darkest moments the armies of Krieg are marshaled to reclaim the planet, and relive the beleaguered defenders of the Sisters of Her Martyred Lady. Through the chaos a lone sister stripped of her faith and a Korpsman stripped of his humanity are all one another has to save the relic that lies below.

The Old World stands upon the brink of destruction. In these dark times threats loom from every direction. All seems lost but yet there are some who would fight to save it.

This is the unabridged version of the ceremony which includes all prayers/hymns/litanies and a thorough layout of the ceremony itself. For context please refer to the short story "Red Furies".

Inspired by the great Dornian Heresy of Aurelius Rex, here is an alternate timeline to the Warhammer 40000 universe, where Guilliman turned traitor instead of Horus, and led half the Legions in rebellion against the Emperor. The Index Astartes are done for all Legions. Now, the Times of Ending have begun ... Also has a TV Tropes page now !

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.

Being a Planetary Governor seems like a pretty sweet gig: Most live a life of luxury while millions die within their Hives for the glory of the Imperium. Only the odd Xenos incursion or riot happens, but on a day to day it's not bad. I couldn't hate it more... Now I'm stuck fearing for my life, being told I need to rule over a bunch of twitchy psychos! I never wanted this! Help me!