The oldest and most powerful C’tan, Nyth, awakens—not for conquest, but out of sheer curiosity. Unfazed by the Chaos Gods or the Warp, he steps into the galaxy’s endless war in the guise of a brown-skinned human with molten gold eyes. With powers that could crush gods or reshape worlds, Nyth wanders reality, amused by mortal struggles, bound only by his whims.

Born from shadow and blood the Smoke Jaguars stalk the dark places of the galaxy in their hunt for murderous traitors and those who prey on the weak and innocent. Torn between the twin calls of justice and vengeance that seethe in their blood these elusive warriors walk a path that could well lead to their damnation. These are the Legends of the Smoke Jaguars. Art by Judd Abinuman

Entre la infinitas posibilidades, una linea de tiempo muestra como las ciudades-estado tileanas pueden reunificarse como una nacion por obra de un personaje excepcional con acciones... cuestionables.

Exploring the lives of women in a forge world of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

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

Inquisitor, before you judge me, walk with me through the shadows of my past. I am Aurora, born in the dank, treacherous depths of the underhive. My story is one of faith and fire, of broken innocence and unyielding spirit. This is the beginning, the first part of my archive, my confession, a tale that will span decades and test the very fabric of my soul.

On the sparsely populated Imperium planet of Achilles VII, the small PDF is faced with the dual threat of a Slaaneshi daemon incursion and the sudden appearance of a Harlequin masque. A contingent of guardsmen capture a lone Harlequin player and an unlikely alliance forms as a result. This was my first crack at fanfiction that I wrote years ago so it's a bit rough.

I wrote this fic at the bequest of a friend who wanted a story about Thunder Warriors in proto-Rhino ACs fighting with Techno-Barbarians in an epic Mad Max-style battle. For the Emperor! For Unity!

He's a clone, that is his making. He was betrayed, he was sold as a piece of art, like the arts that he so adored to the Collector. Now he's out and he has a chance to write his own destiny. He will make do his oaths and he would be what the original Fulgrim had never the chance to be, the Phoenician and he would write his own story.

Tras milenios en el trono dorado una oportunidad se presenta para aquel en Terra. Un trato es propuesto y la Administradora acepta. Trayendo a un hombre del milenio 3 junto a un particular sistema de miniaturas e invocaciones tendrá que aventurarse en la fría y oscura galaxia del año 40k, sin embargo, no lo hará solo.

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?

Sir Roger Wessyng, knight of Anglerre, raised from the ranks after serving his Lord Prince Edmund, finds himself dragged into a secret war that threatens not only the hard fought security of the Haikk system, but the very Ecclesiarchy itself. Facing enemies on all sides, even his own, he is in the fight of his life to save himself, his unit, and the Xenos woman he loves...

A cohort of Adeptus Mechanicus Explorators straying outside of Imperium space have picked up on possible Archeotech on an Exodite planet. Unknown to anyone, be it a lone Ynnari agent, the cohort's shadowy Magos Dominus, his trusted Skitarii Marshall, or one of the few surviving Exodite defenders this puts all of them on a collision course with secrets best left buried by time.

15,000 years of blissful ignorance comes to an end as the planet Malcula is rediscovered by the Imperium of Man. To Walter, a lost young man who struggles with understanding his forgotten past, these strangers and their God-Emperor may provide the answers he's been looking for or bring destruction to his entire world.

A poem I came up with during a RP for my Catachan character recite for the others. It's about the best guardsmen in the whole universe! SLY MARBO! And before anyone says anything, it is confirmed that Catachan's do have poems, they just do through oral traditions. Look up "Deathworlder" by Victoria Hayward

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?

Follow Erick and Silviya as they regain their bearings after the fall of Cadia. Both having lost so much on its last stand now must face the reality that the life they knew was now gone, having nothing more than each other to navigate in the aftermath of one of the most dire moments in the Imperium history.

Marcus, an Imperial officer captured by Drukhari on the planet of Arina, is forced into a life of combat in the gladiator pits of Commorragh. To survive this nightmarish reality, he is forced to ally with Xenos, including Thalindra, an Eldari Farseer. He quickly finds himself pushed to the limit by a Succubus who wishes for nothing more than to see him suffer...

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…

The gods are cruel, and we are their playthings. A regular dude who might know to much or not much at all gets thrown into the Great Crusade, into the heart of the 8th Legion. Death may be nothing to Vindication, but i will make sure that death will not happen in the first place.

The premise of the story is thus: a guy from the modern world wakes up in the Warhammer 30k universe. Pretty basic, right? Here's the twist: he has no knowledge of Warhammer and is in possession of a heavily modified version of the Celestial Forge. Will he set the Galaxy ablaze? Will he laze around? Read to find out! Rating is because Warhammer is pretty dark.

FEEDBACK WANTED!: Join the ranks of the Spite Crusade, a relentless warband of Black Templars led by the enigmatic Spitewielder. As they march into the Pale Spiral, an ancient and forgotten realm at the galaxy's edge, secrets from ages passed reveal themselves. Witness the tumultuous history of Spite, and those that wield it.

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.

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 Istvaan III Atrocity is a footnote in Imperial history. Despite the sacrifice and loyalty of the Betrayed, despite the crippling casualties the Traitor Legions suffered at the onset of Horus Heresy, they are largely forgotten, with no one left to tell the tale. What if there were more survivors? What if they managed to get away from Istvaan to plot revenge? This is their story.