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!

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.

Inquisitor Eversight Soulflayer is the Imperium’s ultimate weapon—a blank in xeno-fused armor, tearing foes apart and absorbing their life force and knowledge. Aboard Faithful Death, he hunts the Imperium’s greatest threats with ruthless precision and dark humor, leaving only fear and devastation in his wake.

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.

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

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!

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?

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.

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.

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.

this is my first fanfiction and feedback would be appreciated. Over 60 million years ago Humanity was dragged into the war in heaven kicking and screaming until they could no longer kick and scream. now the gods of humanity have unified in an attempt to bring about the fall of the bloated corpse that is the Eldar domain however many threats are yet unseen. (on hiatus)

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

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.

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.