A collection of warhammer stories contains crossovers unfinished works and one shot and more.

Inspired by the great Dornian Heresy of Aurelius Rex, here is an alternate timeline to the Warhammer 40000 universe, where Guilliman turned traitor instead of Horus, and led half the Legions in rebellion against the Emperor. The Index Astartes are done for all Legions. Now, the Times of Ending have begun ... Also has a TV Tropes page now !

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.

Age of Sigmar fanfiction. As the purge of Azyrheim commences, Sigmar, God-King of Azyr, journeys to his secluded location at the utmost top of the city, remembering all that has been lost in the war against Chaos.

The Freeblades of the Shattered Lance sell their services to the guard on Chloris III. After slighting a regiment, a conspiracy against them is formed, one that they will need to carefully navigate if they wish to survive.

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...

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.

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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?

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

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.

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 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.

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.

Calrion, a young eldar flees his home in anger and shame after the cracks in his family deepen. The serene life of a craftworld is replaced by the ever-hungry world of humans and the rest of a broken galaxy.

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

A story about an Eldar prince that tries to save as much of his people as possible before chaos comes around and ruins everyone's day.