"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have burned away since the birth of mankind, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity's fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

Having power is a big responsibility. Having power over Playtime Co.'s experiments is also a big responsibility. And that's why you need to know how to use that power. They've already suffered so much. It's time to give them a break. And as their supervisor, you have the power to do it.

Hello everyone I'm new and I'm going to make my own story fpe x male reader tyberos the red wake is from warhammer 40k is also cool design space marine And if you like or hate the story I don mind of your own chose I respect your thoughts

A space marine name Carlos Aurelius belonging to the Ultramarines Chapter, an Astartes who is favourable by all the daughters of the Empress, the Primarchs. He is the one who united the sisters as one and treat each other as equals and family. In turn they treat him as their own little brother. But soon it changes when the Empress suddenly declared Carlos to be banished from the Imperium for eternity for reasons were unknown. Outrage by the Empress declaration, the Primarchs demanded reasons but Brother Carlos accepted it in which caused the Primarchs to be bitter. There he was escorted out of the Imperium by the Adeptus Custodes before giving a last fare well to the Primarchs. However all turns to worst as he was assaulted by warp spawns from the immaterium, heavily injured and battered armour he makes a last stand against the demonic beings until he found himself in a different universe, will Carlos able to return one day to the Imperium or travel through the multiverse seeking adventure and friends along the way. A/N: I don't own anything.......

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In the 41st millennium, the Imperium of Man enters the end of days, yet on the long-forgotten and desolate world of Istvaan III, The last true emperor's children fell, injuring the beast that he had once called father. Yet death did not claim him, he awoke in a different world, in the flesh, yet the losses and scars remain with him. In this ancient world, bearing the marks of the forces of creation and destruction. An ancient enemy resides in this realm and the horrors of the 41st millennium will spill into the world of Remnant. Will Rylanor adjust to the new realities and help lead humanity back to the right path...or will he fail in the attempt? Cover made by J.A Jewel Ng or known in Instagram as wolvenhouur. if you need to commission some warhammer artwork, I recommend him (all character and Ips belong to respective company)

Have you ever been in a bad situation? Yes? Well, it sure doesn't compare to mine! Trapped in a Ork's body in midst a raid on an Eldar craftworld with a giant Warboss staring at me. I almost got trampled, burned and shot, only to crash land on a hostile planet. As if that wasn't enough, I have care for a baby Eldar, one of the few sources of comfort I have on this planet. Without a warband, I need to survive while ensuring the baby's safety. Get ready galaxy, because the story of the ork sniper is about to become real and I will do it while getting filthy rich in the process.

I woke up in a galaxy at war in a body that doesn't belong to me, I don't understand how it happened, but I'm in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb, with my dynasty dead and surrounded by enemies on all sides. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing, to survive I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of. Maybe I'll end up creating mine along the way? That only time will tell.

After the Horus Heresy. The Emperor of Mankind in his last ditch effort to keep The Imperium going he gave his successor his powers and most importantly his life so he can rebuild the damages to the Imperium. But what he didn't know that this will cause a shift that will change the Galaxy Lucien, Now the Emperor's Successor must change the Imperium, The Galaxy or maybe the universe all together to fix its problem, with his army, his cold logical words or by force