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...

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

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

- This work was inspired by the Roboutian Heresy, by Zahariel. It describes an alternate universe for Warhammer 40000, where Sanguinius was the one to lead nine Space Marine Legions in rebellion against the Emperor. So, you can also call it The Sanguinary Heresy. :) - Traitors: I, III, IV, V, IX, XIII, XIV, XVII, XIX. - Loyalists: VI, VII, VIII, X, XII, XV, XVI, XVIII, XX.

Something has ascended and sent forth a wave of golden energy that stabilizes the warp. There are "bends" in some rogue elements for the sake of peace, to vary degrees of success. Left to their own devices, the forces of the galaxy are on their own to carve whatever future comes next. In the not so grim dark far, far future, there is only insanity!

La vida de los huérfanos del imperio no es tan mala, o bueno simplemente es un tanto complicado mantenerse vivo y sobrevivir lo suficientemente asta crecer y sobre todo tener una apariencia normal como cualquier niño en el imperio. Pero no para nuestro protagonista de 10 años de cabello albino y ojos rojizos. De una Banda de Guerra Nightlords.

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

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.

These are the adventures of a young dark elf noble as she seeks fame, fortune, and glory across the world. Leaving Naggaroth and her family behind Raveres quickly learns that she'll have to toughen up if she wants to succeed. Rated M for content and general themes. Read and review, thank you! More descriptive summary and preface in the first chapter.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!