After the devastation of Baal, the Blood Angels were shattered to keep the memory of the successor chapters alive. Dante ordered the creation of a new chapter, the Blood Phoniexs, read as the chapter takes on their first assignment with a troubled chapter master, an unwavering chaplain, and a rising new captain take on the enemies of the imperium

In the choking heat of an Imperial manufactorum, where sweat, oil, and smoke choke the air, the workers who keep the Imperium alive finally reach their breaking point. What begins as angry shouting quickly spirals into a full-scale riot as desperate laborers hurl themselves against the enforcers sent to control them. Constable Leo Varrek and his battered line of riot shields struggle to hold back a tide of rage born from starvation, exhaustion, and loss. Relief arrives in the form of a Planetary Defence Force squad led by newly promoted Lieutenant Kallus Dravik. Fresh from the brutality of the warfront, Dravik now faces a different kind of battlefield-one where the enemy is not aliens or traitors, but the Imperium's own people. His hardened Sergeant, Garran Pell, sees the solution clearly: overwhelming force. When the riot reaches its breaking point, Pell acts without permission, unleashing a torrent of gunfire that turns a desperate crowd into a massacre. As the smoke clears and the factory yard falls silent, the uneasy truth lingers in the air. Order has been restored, but at a terrible cost. Dravik must now confront the consequences of leadership, the limits of authority, and the grim reality of an Imperium where survival often demands brutality-and mercy can be as dangerous as rebellion.

This is closely based off of Warhammer 40k this is still a work in progress story. NOTE THIS IS NOT CANON I AM NOT AFFILIATEED WITH GW.

I am Saerith Veth. Kin to our kinless kin; daughter of Ulthwe and sister to Farseer Vae'ethryn Lec. The skein I tread has led me to the Aemira Exodites, and I fear a fork approaches in the path ahead. The Mon'keigh Hive City of Kreen is primed for their fall. The machinations of the council reach their culmination. And yet...I am restless. Perhaps it is simply that I have stayed in this place for too long, and my heart yearns for the void. But there is another thing. A voice in my ear, just out of reach. A whisper on sweetened breath, brushing against skin and carried on a breezeless wind. The fork in the path; I fear it.

Delve into the Iron Warriors most hard and unstable moment of their whole history: The Dispute of Iron. Tormented by their past and concerned about their future, the fourth legion enters in a bloody civil war that will last for more than a century. Divided by different perspectives and opinions, they that once were known for destroying any fortress are now destroying themselves. The Iron is rusting. ---------------------- This story contains: Slavery Sexism Child abuse Gore Coarse language

An administorum scribe vies to uncover the truth of corruption. Will they see the other secret right under their nose?

Sideris, a Warsmith of the Iron Warriors, fled into the Eye of Terror after suffering a crushing defeat during the siege of Terra. Brooding and stewing in his feelings of shame and dishonor he desperately searches for opportunities to redeem himself so that he may feel worthy enough to rejoin the rest of his legion. During all that time he must resist the vile temptations of the pantheon of chaos as it tries to corrupt him into a puppet for their own use. Will he succeed, die trying or turn into what he fears most, a slave to darkness ? (FYI: This is my first time trying to write a longer piece of fiction. English also isn't my first language. Hope you'll enjoy it. No AI was used for the writing process)

In the grim darkness of the far future, there are many stories of ships lost in the warp, never to be seen again. In such troubling times, souls lost to darkness are plenty, their stories spattered across the pages of history. In this tale, read a story of souls instead returning, to find their world ruined, their Legion broken, and the future uncertain. Read of the 26th Company of the 8th Legion, and their saga against the darkness, both within and without.

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.