He wakes up in a universe he knows all too well—a nightmare given form, where war never ends and survival is a fleeting privilege. He's read the lore, studied the factions, memorized the fates of empires. But knowing doesn't mean controlling. Thrown into the lowest depths of this brutal reality, he refuses to be just another forgotten soul ground to dust. SI OC.

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...

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

Dis 'ere book iz fer da boyz who wanna be propa warbosses, not jus' runnin' 'round krumpin' stuff wiv no plan. Dis book iz fer da smart orkz who know dat krumpin' iz da best, but krumpin' good iz even betta.

Officio Assasinorum doesn't showcase their work.

On the industrial Hive World of Tarsis Magna, a young noblewoman of House Haldane forsakes a life of privilege to serve in the Imperial Guard. Determined to bring honour to her family, she embarks on a path of duty and war—but is this the bold pursuit of glory or a reckless folly that will lead to her downfall?

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...

The story of a Rouge Trader, his rise and the voyages through the stars in search of adventure and profit.

На просторах Старого света достаточно личностей, одна лишь воля которых влияет на мир вокруг. Под чьими стягами собираются бесчисленные полчища единомышленников, чьи подвиги записаны в летописях или передаются из уст в уста как легенды, заставляя врагов вжимать головы в собственные тела. Однако, что если я поведаю вам историю о маленькой группе существ, чья изначальная слабость на

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 …

Eight diehard fan of Warhammer 40k are thrown into a universe where there is only war with a singular objective: Make sure that the good guys win. But does 40k even have a good guy? Who cares! Bolter and Chainsword dude!

The Galaxy of Warhammer 40k is scary and dangerous even as a member of human nobility. Good thing that his family had a Rogue Trader Charter. His siblings could have everything while he gets to be as far away as possible and be free to do whatever he wants! It's the perfect plan. What could possibly go wrong?

Guardsman Jorik Varn finds himself reassigned to a small logistics squad delivering supplies to the frontlines. His new assignment takes a bizarre turn when he discovers an Eldar Witch sitting on top of the venicle, and his new squad being resigned to her presence.

An alcoholic scientist wanders into the Imperial Palace on Terra. The rest is history. One-shot.

Archaon rises, king of doom. From the Chaos-infested wastes he marches. Long prophesised, cursed by men, elves, and dwarves; the greatest warlord and champion of Chaos makes war upon all the world. Now, the End Times come.

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 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?

Several years of victories have propelled Marsh Silas and the men of Bloody Platoon into stardom. However, as distress calls of rampaging Orks from Segmentum Pacificus spread, he must wrangle and coordinate a rabble of new recruits to prove comradeship can cross racial boundaries. However, far away, another seeker must contend with her own band of new arrivals and disparate forces.

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.

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?

The Storm Heralds are thrust into deadly danger when their enemies unite to destroy them. Cut off and alone Captain Toran must test his ship and crew to the limits in order to find a way to survive. This Story is a sequel to my previous story Crux Lapis.

Defeat looms. Defeat is so close it threatens to not just overwhelm Throne Agent Attelus but also his allies. Attelus is captured by his villainous father Serghar Kaltos, helpless, his spine shattered and kidnapped for the machinations of their nemesis. A once trusted ally has betrayed them, selling them out to the servants of Nurgle. Can Attelus and the others even survive?

This is a one-shot inspired by the web comics of a Kriegsman and Battle Sister.

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)