Heresy Stories

Title 2: I Wanted the Wolf King, but I Got the Warmaster Before the Fall. Transmigrating into the most despair-inducing Underhive wastes of the 41st Millennium, Kaelen, a mere mortal, thought his days were numbered. When his cheat system finally activated, he prayed for one thing: Just give me Leman Russ. I need the Wolf King to survive! [Ding! System error. Target locked: Davin. Salvaging soul...] Instead of the loyalist Wolf, a dying giant crashed before him, his soul teetering on the edge of Chaos corruption. It was the Warmaster himself. Horus Lupercal. Staring at the tragic, uncorrupted demigod covered in scars, Kaelen went completely silent. "Horus," Kaelen sighed, pushing up his goggles. "Your father is a corpse on a golden toilet, your brothers have all gone insane, and the Imperium is a rotten hell-hole." Horus: "...?" No divine bloodlines. No genetic enhancements. Just a mortal commander armed with future knowledge, a glitchy system, and the most powerful Primarch in history serving as his loyal sword. If the galaxy is broken, they will carve a bloody path from the Underhive to Holy Terra to fix it. 🩸 [The Ultimate Fix-It]: Erasing the tragedy of the Heresy. Horus never falls, and the traitors will bleed. 🧠 [Mortal Domination]: Watch arrogant Space Marines and Chaos Daemons experience absolute cognitive shock when outsmarted by Kaelen's ruthless modern strategies. ⚔️ [Purging the Dogma]: Slashing heretics, kicking the Golden Throne, and reviving the Emperor's true dream. 👑 [Building a New Order]: From a desperate survivor to the shadow ruler of the Indomitus Crusade.

The sequel to The Great Heretic Crusades, and the second installment of the TGHC series, takes place 5 years after the events of The Great Heretic Crusades. Following military Captain Henderson, and a new threat coming over the horizon, him and his squad, along with some new allies, must race through time and back to stop ancient alien technology from being put into play.

A series of drabbles focused around the 21 Sacraments and their execution. Updates may be random and wonky.

What do you do when your dinner host has been murdered? How do you place your life in the hands of people you hardly know? And what are you willing to do to survive? Five people are forced to face these questions as they desperately search to uncover the identity of man who wants them dead. With people dropping like flies and no way out, it is hard to say for certain if any of them will survive.

Francis had vowed to protect the girl named Jeanne d'Ark. And that is what he would always do.

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.

Welcome to Hell: A Mortals' First Step Ah, another wandering soul, lost and now found. Welcome, welcome, welcome to the realm beneath all realms, where your mortal journey ends, and the real one begins. Don't be shy-step forward, take your place among the damned. Here, we don't rush things. After all, eternity awaits. Why not take a seat? We'll help you select your very own overseer of eternal torment. Yes, you get to choose your guide through endless agony. Lucky you. Now, for your options... Sab from the first layer, Limbo, where eternal waiting is the softest of torments. Ghett, hailing from the second circle, Lust, where desire eternally devours itself. Dokas, the Gluttonous Gourmand of the third layer, always hungry, never satisfied. Tonny, from the fourth circle, Avarice, where greed crushes even the strongest wills. Sader, spreading Wrath like wildfire in the depths of the fifth circle. Gato, master of the sixth circle, Heresy, where false faith meets true fire. Sullivan, from the seventh circle, where Violence reigns and blood never stops flowing. Sapo, the face of Fraud, leading the deceptive in the eighth circle. And finally, Eko, from the ninth circle, Treachery, where betrayal freezes the soul for all time. You've chosen already? How delightful! It's almost like you were destined for this. But don't worry, it's not like you'll be here forever. Oh wait, yes, you will. Now, just one last formality. Sign here, with blood of course. Welcome to your new eternity.

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What if everything you had grown up believing, had suddenly become a lie? You changed, and now wanted to find you're own path, but everyone else, including the highest people in your society, want you dead because of this. This is the story of Diana, the Scorn of the Moon. The Solari society she is part of worshipping the sun has lost all meaning, and now she can only find solice amongst the night sky. In the words of the Solari, she is a heretic, and must live her life as an exile until she decides to become part of the faith again, or until the Solari decide to kill her. Diana still keeps one thought amongst her mind; Embrace the Heresy, and bring down the lying sun.

Heretical accusations against Christians

A newcomer is welcome into a circle of old friends.

When Inquisitor Jonathar Quinhael of the Ordo Hereticus is dispatched to investigate forbidden xenos technology, he expects heresy, madness, and the cleansing fire of the Emperor's justice. What he finds is something far worse: a world where Orks speak in riddles, dream of harmony, and march to the rhythm of ancient machines that predate the Imperium itself. As whispers of an alien symphony echo across the stars, the Inquisitor is drawn into a spiraling mystery-one that threatens not just the sanctity of the Imperium, but the very nature of war, faith, and identity. When the Emperor's Children arrive to claim the secret of the Resonance Engines, Quinhael must make a fateful choice: silence this growing WAAAGH! forever, or lead it into battle against the darkest of foes. A radical Inquisitor. A new kind of Ork. A secret that must never be heard. In the grim darkness of the far future, even truth is heresy.

//--Sentience is the basest form of Intellect--// The mechanicus forbids A.I. Such is permanent doctrine. It has been this way for 10,000 years, and so it shall remain. But what of those machines who strive to gain it anyway?

Ellia has a dream, a dream to carve her own future, fight for her people and be more than a princess destined for childbearing. Join Ellia in her fight against corruption, injustice and gods long thought dead, join her as she ventures from this world to the next. Watch as she trades a life of opulence and splendor, for one of blood, sweat and tears. Just how much must she sacrifice, to face the coming calamity of death and darkness for all days.

Here's my version of the Warhammer 40k universe. It's a combination of characters and factions I made over the years.