This is a story about the game Warhammer 40k and the death Korps who defend Terra. This isn't in the lore of the game

The Space Marines of the Deathwatch take on some of the most desperate battles that citizens of the Emperium have never heard of. The Marines of the Kill Team designated Death's Head were sent on a mission to assassinate an Ork leader on a distant planet in order to sow discord among the Greenskin ranks and soften them up ahead of the Imperial Guard invasion. They have seventy-two hours to get in, kill the Ork Warboss, get to the extraction zone, and get out. But something isn't right. Something watches the team from the shadows. And its hungry. *The cover isn't mine wyb?

It is the 41st millennium and the Imperium of Man is struggling through an endless war against all threats. It is besieged by creatures of all kinds and fights a losing battle for in the future there is only war. The 4th company of Imperial Fists have been unleashed on the world of Cresus to end the rebellion from the human inhabitants who have chosen to betray the Emperor, yet on this planet the forces of chaos have a new weapon to unleash on the mighty Space Marines. This book shows the intrepid powers of temptation and the bitter struggle that goes on through the eyes of a company of space marines on a rebellious world.

Brother Sergeant Bjorn Ironwulf and his Teminators of squad Silvermane are preparing to teleport into a hostile battlefield to face the World Eaters. The reports had began coming in nearly a month ago; the traitors of the World Eaters Legion, and their cultist followers, had invaded the industrial world of Agammar VII. Bjorn and his brothers would be part of the first wave; they would get in, distract the foe and send the signal for the second wave to advance. The teleportation technology, however, is the most...fickle of anything else in the Emperor's arsenal. Many are the stories of squads being lost to the warp. Can Bjorn and his squad save Agammar VII from the depredations of the traitor legion? Or will the last thing they hear be the laughter of dark gods as their souls are devoured by daemons? *The cover is not mine wyb?

A Warhammer 40k fanfic. When the Dark Eldar of the Lords of Iron Kabal made a dreadful pact with The Prophets of Flesh Covens, the Forge World Katos becomes a feasting ground for slave raids. But when the Dark Eldar launch a massive assault, larger than ever before, Archmagos Lupa puts his foot down. Using his own Skitarii armies, war engines and the strength of the titan legions, he must try to stop the foul trade of the Dark Eldar. (So this is basicly an experiment, new parts come out whenever. I am trying to keep it as true to the lore as possible so if you see any mistakes please let me know)