A Warhammer fan found himself reincarnated into Barbarus at the Warhammer 30K universe, around a few years before the Emperor arrived at Barbarus to find his son

A growing collection of 40k flash-fiction dedicated to the Lamenters Space Marine Chapter. Each chapter is a stand-alone story featuring different Lamenters in different situations spanning throughout their Chapter's tumultuous history. Enjoy

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

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.

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?

An Ultramarines Commander reacts to save a defenseless Eldar world from Dark Eldar raiders. Little does he know that this sparks of a chain reaction that makes some very unusual alliances that is unheard of. Chapter 12 up!

Abel Holt had seen death before in the Adeptus Arbites, but never like this. The body in the chair seemed to watch him. It was never good news when the upper hive called.

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.

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.

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.

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…

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.

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, eldritch secrets from ages passed reveal themselves. Witness the tumultuous history of Spite, and those that wield it.

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...

Inspirada en la gran Herejía Dorniana de Aurelius Rex y la Herejía Roboutiana de Zahariel, aquí hay una línea de tiempo alternativa al universo de Warhammer 40000, donde ocurre un tipo de rebelion mientras Horus hacia de las suyas.

el ultimo registro... la ultima copia informativa, los ultimos susurros sobre ellos que aun perduran en el imperio del hombre, habiendo hecho lo imposible al mantenerse luego de la gran purga de informacion, logrando existir a una destruccion casi perfecta, aqui se relata la historia de aquellos que fueron borrados de toda la historia del imperio de la humanidad, XI y II

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.

Isha escaped the Fall and Slaanesh, turning to the dubious aid of the Emperor of Mankind for protection. But as it turns out, escaping may have been the easy part...(Adopted From Ashynarr)

So, this is a one two personal ideas I have been writing out. This particular Story is a what if Fanfiction, inspired by the Idea of Logar remaining Loyal but the Horus Heresy still happening (I will leave the how to be discovered by your reading) and how this would result in an imperium far more Functional but also Far further from the emperor's vision. hope you enjoy

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.

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!

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.

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.

Sequel to "A Sword Fights for its Wielder." An ex-Harlequin tries to blend in to a squad of soldiers who have been uplifted to the Astra Militarum. I started this awhile ago and I *think* I remember where I was going with it. Updates will probably be sparse.

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.