Historias de 40k

Arael is a proud servant of the Emperor. He has fought countless battles for centuries and earned himself honor in the Adeptus Astartes. However, Grand Master Azrael has other plans for the marine. He will be sent beyond the Rock to serve as an envoy to the High Lords of Terra. The warrior must learn to navigate a world totally alien to him where all of his skills no longer apply, but all is not as it seems. Something sinister lurks in the shadows, and soon everything Arael has ever believed will be called into question.

Warhammer 40k Rwby cross over

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.

Y/n first youngest male primarch and he have sisters 20 primarch

y/n was a young necrontyr at the time of biotansferance and was the child of a necrontyr phaeron but at the time of biotransfarence his father died leaving y/n in charge of the dynasty now in the forty first millennia they wake up from the great sleep not knowing what to do luckily they have the overlords of his dynasty who first thing they did after they woke up is swear there loyity to them

After the Horus Heresy many millennia when the legions were split and soon now the imperium knowns only war. The emperor now entombed on the golden throne. Saw a certain legion of his son who are not giving up on the imperial truth and fight on. The emperor uses his immense power to get his son back reborn in a far of world named Remnant. How will it react when the reborn Primarch of the 21st legion.

Like the title, it will be a short story that I will not make a book. It is actually just for fun, and let my damn creativity to go, and didn't get wasted. Also it might be random so yeah

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.

The Emperor decides to send his last loyal son far away from the clutches of Chaos. Not knowing where his son will end up, the Emperor wishes his son well. Roboute Guilliman, was told of this plan and accepted his father's request. Guilliman now must guide humanity to victory from a new threat. *I claim no ownership of the characters used in the story only the plot of it. Artwork is not mine either*

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.

See how the Orks from warhammer 40k bring WAGGGHHHH to the world of the gods and stir up the situation!

Most Inquisitors rule with cold efficiency, viewing their subordinates as tools in a never-ending war. Alexi Dovator is different. Guided by a strong moral compass and an unshakable loyalty to his companions, he treats his retinue as friends, not servants. Weiss, a tech adept who questions the Machine Cult; Lucia, an unsanctioned psyker saved from purifying flame; and James Kraken, a battle-hardened Cadian lieutenant: each of them stands by Dovator not out of duty, but out of trust. When heresy corrupts his home world, Gaea Prime, Dovator and his companions will be forced to face their greatest challenge yet. And for a man who often lets his heart-and his mouth-outrun his better judgment, the battle ahead may cost him more than he can afford to lose.

It is the duty of all Commissars to keep records of the events and happenings involving the actions of his men and the state of his purge on heresy. I CommissarVeltez, a proud and dignified servant of the Emperor will follow this procedure to the letter. I have made a staple point here in my log to make note of when me and a small squadron of guardsmen were transported and trapped in this twist heretical plane somewhere inside the warp.

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I use GBT-4 to make shite

was watching the anime and so now here you go.

Story regarding the excellent universes of Warhammer 40K and Cyberpunk 2077 (Mostly the Cyberpunk: Edgerunners) - Follow the tracks of ever more misfitting group than ever! Now Introducing: 010000010000000001100100000000000111011000000000011001010000000001101110000000000111010000000000. May the Omnissiach preserve us...

As the war against the orks rages on, terrifying powers are unleashed upon the front lines by both sides...