They were meant to be lost forever. During the Great Crusade, the Emperor of Mankind reclaimed his Primarch sons one by one-living embodiments of conquest forged to unite the galaxy beneath the Imperium of Man. Yet two of the twenty-one vanished beyond all record, their fates sealed in silence and omission. Officially, they were dead. Unspoken. Forgotten. Until the light appeared. A galaxy-spanning golden radiance erupts without warning, blinding the Emperor, erda and malcador. And in the shaking Terra itself. Its message is unmistakable: the final Primarchs endure. Hidden. Judged. Waiting. On a distant, unremarkable world of a world thought to be impossibly real, siblings, sister Lua and her brother Kodoa have lived in obscurity-outsiders among their people, raised by a grandmother who refuses to speak of their origins. They are stronger than they should be. Different. Dangerous. And they do not know why. When the Emperor arrives at their doorstep, flanked by warriors in radiant gold, the truth is unveiled at last. Lua and Kodoa are not merely children of chance. They are Primarchs. As the Imperium closes its grip around them, the siblings are forced to confront a destiny written before they were born-a destiny of war, obedience, and sacrifice. The Emperor offers them purpose, brotherhood, and a place in history. But acceptance comes at a cost. For in a galaxy built on conquest and lies, even gods can be judged by their children-and not all lost sons wish to be found.

This is a story of the hive planet Sofya as it is corrupted and invaded by the Death Guard, dive into the mind of Rouk. As he goes under the influence of the Grandfather and the 8th Engineer Battalion as they try to survive the onslought and disease that the plague marines bring down upon them. Descretion: This is not canon. All content in this book belongs to Games Workshop, this is a fan fiction.

By the design of the God-Emperor of Mankind, the Imperium was born: a bulwark to unite humanity and assert its rightful place of dominance in the galaxy. Among His legions, none are more devoted than the Adepta Sororitas. This sisterhood enacts His will across the stars by guiding the faithful and vanquishing the faithless. After a great calamity fractured His Imperium, the Sisterhood of the Righteous Symphony must safeguard the world of Incheo until it can reunite with the rest of mankind. Duty and loyalty shall protect their minds against corruption. Bolter, Flamer, and Melta shall slay the witch, the mutant, and the heretic. By the grace of Saint Arabella, the dark will not take this world without a fight.

I was born a weapon. A Gaunt of the Tyranid swarm-meant to consume, to obey, to disappear. But when the Hive Mind let go... I didn't die. On a dead world left behind by invasion, I woke from the darkness with something no Tyranid was ever meant to have: choice.

In the 42nd Millenia of the far future, there is only war. Shado Kaelen, son of the Raven, after witnessing the betrayal of his own Captain, went into self-imposed exile to hunt him down, eventually crossed path with his 2 new battle brothers : Sevren Talios and Varro Kryne. Together, they formed an unsual Trio that serve as Roboute Guilliman's secret operatives, and later on, found their own path.

In this hour of war, when the stars burn and the void howls, we send forth our sons and daughters- not for glory, not for praise, but because there is no one else left to stand. They go not as angels, nor as saints. They go as soldiers. Across ash-choked skies and shattered worlds, they march into darkness older than memory. They will land in fire. They will fight in mud, in ruins, in the hollowed-out bones of cities that once knew peace. Many will bleed. Some will fall. None will turn away. Grant them not mercy-for mercy is rare in this galaxy. Grant them steadfast hearts, steady hands, and the will to rise when every law of nature demands they stay down. Let them remember the men and women who fight beside them. The Guardsman in the trench. The gunner at the wall. The medic dragging the wounded through hell. Let them remember that strength is not found in armor alone, but in the brother at your side who refuses to leave you behind. They do not fight for a throne they will never see. They fight for worlds that may never know their names. They fight so that, somewhere-far from the guns and screams- another dawn might come. If they must die, let it be standing. If they must suffer, let it have meaning. If they must endure, let them endure together. For in this age of endless war, where hope is a weapon and survival is victory, there are still those who hold the line. They are not legends. They are not myths. They are the Space Guard- a brotherhood forged in fire, bound by duty, and remembered not for how many they killed... ...but for how many they saved.

in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. twenty sons, His generals were made to enact the Great Crusade. a bid to unite mankind under one banner. the Imperium of Mankind. yet, ten thousand years have passed since the Horus Heresy, since the Emperor was Interred upon the Golden Throne. already two of his Sons return. yet two before them, before Horus, two were lost and purged. how would one know if one returned truly?

In the 41st millennium. There is only war. Due to unforeseen circumstances, the legendary Sub-Ordo Warp Conquerors are called to war along with many other Titan Ordos of the Leviathans in order to save the Mercaleko cluster from not only the forces of Chaos but the Imperium as well.

Content Warnings: graphic combat, wartime death, religious fanaticism, mild body horror (augmentics), apocalyptic themes. Ten millennia after vanishing beyond the Halo stars, Althanes-one of the Emperor's earliest companions-returns to Sol and finds a nightmare made holy: Terra a tomb-world of pilgrims, Mars a forge of dogma, and the Golden Throne devouring a god to keep the galaxy lit. Hunted by Tech-Priests and watched by the Custodes, Althanes wages a quiet war of keys, codes, and courage to do the unthinkable-free the Emperor's intact mind from the Throne and invite Him to breathe again. As Titan legions stir and the Fabricator-General weighs doctrine against survival, the fate of the Imperium hangs on a single heresy: that machines should serve men, not faith. Hope is illegal. Salvation is treason. And dawn, if it comes, will demand a price. Status: Ongoing (Book I of "The Return of Althanes - A Warhammer 40,000 Chronicle") Canon Note: Canon-divergent AU set around Terra/Mars; respectful of tone, intentionally heretical in premise. Rights/Disclaimer: Non-monetized transformative fan work. Warhammer 40,000 and related terms © Games Workshop. No infringement intended.

It is the 41st Millennium. A loyalist company of the eighth legion during the Horus Heresy reappeared long after the first Warmaster's death. Now, they continue the Emperor's work by hunting and killing Chaos Lords. But the Imperium, blinded by faith, seeks their destruction too, seeing them just like their other traitorous brethren. Attacked by Chaos and Imperials alike, these Night Lords try to survive in the grim dark future where there is only war.