Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. 🩸 [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. 🧠 [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. ⚔️ [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. 👑 [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.

This is A Reboot, Blah Blah Blah, Chitty chitty chit chat. Now let's get into the story!

"Welp I did the best I could and so did you. wait why are you still here Little Horus?" The Siege of Terra broken, the emporer entombed on the golden throne, whole brothers and legions dead, and most importantly the galaxy was about to shatter. Most would assume this to be the end story for the Primarch of the Luna Wolves; but the warp is filled with minor gods who know right from wrong. Instead of Horus' soul being dispersed throughout the warp one decided to give him a second chance in the form of recreation. Does he deserve a second chance? That's not for me to say just don't tell the emporer. [MHA and Warhammer 40k belongs to both their respected owners]

In this story you are Adeptus Custodes who is beloved by many. Especially by the Empress, her daughters. The Chaos Goddesses. Etc. as the story goes on you will be in many adventures. P.s. please no hate comments. Non of this is going to be canon to Warhammer 40k. Warhammer belong Game Workshop and all those images belong to theirs respective owners.

En una noche oscura, la Teocracia de Lescatie es atacada por viles hombres rata que no eran ni parecían mamono. Pero cuando todo parecía perdido, descendiendo desde el cielo entre rayos y truenos, llegaron los Stormcast Eternals, los Forjados en la Tormenta. La Era de los Mamono, la Era de la Hipocresía terminó, es hora... de la Era de Sigmar. Disclaimer (Descargo de Responsabilidad): Warhammer: Age of Sigmar es propiedad de Games Workshop Monster Girl Encyclopedia es propiedad de Kenkou Cross Todas las imágenes usadas le pertenecen a sus respectivos autores Este fic no tiene fines de lucro, solo de entretener, nada mas. Si te gusta dale un estrellita, si no, esta bien 👍, cada quien con sus gustos. Aclaraciones: Letra en Cursiva, Susurros Letra en Negrita, Voces sobrenaturales (Dioses y Demonios) Diálogo entre () - Pensamientos ** expresiones y efectos de sonido

A Warhammer fanfiction about an ordinary 18 year old man named Malthael reincarnated into a another universe as he is given a system as well. Malthael asked what universe is he resurrected to as the system replied he is being reincarnated into the Warhammer Universe which Malthael immidietaly fall into shock as the Warhammer Universe is completely and utterly brutal given within that Grim Dark Universe there is only war. What happens next? Read The Story I don't own Warhammer or any of the pictures except the ones that look like AI made that is mine. The rest it belongs to their respective owners.

Autor: seat_admiral en AO3 Guilliman muere a causa de la espada de Mortarion y se encuentra en un pasado muy lejano. Sin embargo, algo anda mal. Sus antiguos hermanos ahora son mujeres!! Nombre original: The Coffin of Roboute and his 20 Sisters (Canon Guilliman Peggy Sue into Female-Primarchs AU

My Continuation of my TinyHammer.

My world burned, and then there was void... then a weird Fairy came and saved me. Now we travel the multiverse together. Disclaimer: This is a fanfic, I own Nothing. Literally Nothing.

I am, but a soul among many. I am but one pebble in an avalanche. A drop of blood in a flood. My life meaningless. I am but a man among many, and I will hold the line. Can I win ? Can I survive ? Can I at least do something ? No. But is it a reason not to try ? For in the dark grimness of the far future, there is only war. Disclaimer this book contains genderbend and other fanfiction tropes.