Necrons Stories

A Warhammer fanfiction about Emily caught in a time traveling adventure were going back may be not a option.

Ragna was erased from his experience, but not from the warp. And so his soul is stumbling in the warp until it hits something, it is the void Dragon of Mars and the c'tan. So he has come back to his home world as the machine god or omnissiah depinding on how you look at things and he arrives with his cult of followers the adeptus mechanicus and the necrons app might die but maybe not

A Warhammer 40,000 novel of my own creation about my own space marine chapter, the Flaming Fists. When 1st captain Odin Gorgon and the first company investigate a world, they bite off more than they can chew. Their only hope lay in a vox unit, transmitting a plea for help. Will help arrive in time, or will Battle-Captain Gorgon and his troops die in vain?

A Necron overlord is caught in a mass culling by the deceiver and is saved by the void dragon and is sent to a random place in a random time in a random universe alone.

An ancient Cryptek of the Sautekh Dynasty, Hekehtar the Alkahestor, and his conclave seek to reawaken an ancient superstructure prophesied to bestow it's operator with untold amounts of knowledge. With his mind slowly deteriorating and a remedy for such phenomena unknown, he seeks to obtain the location of such a superstructure though not without the encroachment of many other forces both malignant and neutral seeking to utilize the superstructure for their own devices. Disclaimer: This by no measure is canonical to the Warhammer 40,000 universe. This is merely a non-profit fanfiction of Games Workshop's original property. I also do not own the art used in the cover, it was designed and produced by Adrián Rodrígeuz Pérez. You can find some of the art he's done for Warhammer 40k here: https://40k.gallery/artist/adrian-rodriguez

Stories about some scenarios in the 40k universe. Might upload the rest, might not. I write a little of everything here albeit not consistently but there's variety. Not a silly cross over at any point in time. Any art seen here does not belong to me and all credit goes to the rightful artist. I reserve the right to my OCs. Of course I don't own Warhammer 40,000.

A heroic Imperial Guard regiment is tasked with single handedly holding an outer colony, under assault by the enemies of the Emperor. Lukius Silvershield holds his battle worn men together, leading them into a seemlingly impossible to win war.

so you guys probably wonder why I don't post so much. honestly the have been a number of reasons but one of witch is a recent Hobby I've developed. I love Sci fi and lockdown gave me an excuse to pick up 40k. witch is a very intensive hobby. this book will mostly be Images and any notes and links relevant to the Hobby.

Countless epocs ago, They ruled the world of Ghaina. Ancient, undying and revered as gods, They dream of glories past and futures grim. Roused once more, they seek to claim that which is rightfully theirs and beyond. Yet again one of my stories concerning the background lore of my plastic miniatures armies. The Necrons were actually my first army, yet I have not painted a single squad to completion. The shame is all mine. Also a special shout out to all you citizens of the United States above the age of 45 reading this. Unless either you or Wattpad are lying to me, 100% of my readers are apparently that demographic at time of writing this. Not sure what to do with that information, but thanks regardless!

I wrote this as a joke after a match of 40k, we might see updates, but we might not I own none of this. please dont kill me, GW I don't even own the images

Literally just my written rendition of the Necrons origin story as I currently understand it, I'm a big fan of 40K and really enjoy Necrons in particular so I figured that while practicing for my own fanfic I'd do this as practice to share my enjoyment with you all. 40K belongs to Games Workshop, please GW please don't sue me

A world under Siege by the enemies of the Imperium. Outnumbered and Outgunned. The only Hope for this world is not a chosen Astartes or a complete Space Marine Chapter... but a lone Guardsman. A high ranking Guardsman General. A Hero of the Imperium. A Soldier that combines the abilitys of the Death Korps of Krieg, the Armageddon Steel Legion and other Imperial Guard/Imperial Stormtrooper Legions. Now this Guardsman needs to unite the rest of the Guardsman forces, Space Marines and Sisters of Battle to help him defend this Planet. He even needs to form alliences with some of his enemies to stop a bigger threat that threatens to not only consume this Solar System, but the Galaxy as a whole. Lord-General (Y/N) (L/N) from the 115st Armageddon Krieg Legion, reporting for duty. The Emperor protects.

Overboss Leadguzzla, former Necron Overlord, and now current Warboss of a bunch of Ork-like Necrons and Necron-like Orks. How... strange. And to think he was once an esteemed tactical genius, even compared to the likes of the pre-fallen Eldar. How far the mighty have fallen.

The 41st millennium is an age of strife and cruelty beyond imagination. The faltering and corrupt Imperium of Man struggles to defend itself against the forces of the Chaos Gods, as well as myriad alien threats. The Imperium's armies are legion: the dedicated men and women of the Imperial Guard hold the line against unimaginable foes on millions of worlds, the superhuman warriors of the Space Marines take the Emperor's own vengeance to the enemies of humanity, the Holy Inquisition and warrior-nuns of the Adepta Sororitas root out vile heretics and Xenos wherever they hide, and on their fantastic Forge Worlds, the Adeptus Mechanicus work to maintain and evolve the Imperium's understanding and supply of technology and high-tech wargear. On the world of Altrensis Major, an expedition of the Adeptus Mechanicus comes under attack from the most fearsome foe imaginable: the voracious Tyranids of Hive Fleet Leviathan. Already embattled by the planet's resident Ork Warband, and on hostile terms with the nearby monastery of Adepta Sororitas, the Techpriests will have to make impossible decisions and risky alliances if they want any chance of survival against the Great Devourer. This is a (probably short) Warhammer 40,000 fanfic that I'm mostly going to be updating over the Summer. Once again, I don't own WH40K and all that. Cover pic cred to foxwolf333 on deviantArt

A new Tomb World in the Nephiliam Sector of the Ultima Segmentum has been brought to light to the Ordo Xenos, yet the attention of the Adeptus Custodes has been drawn to the seemingly routine discovery...

In M41 right at height of the Indomitus Crusade the Lone Silent Sister Luceya finds herself on the far end of the Imperium Nihilus in pursuit of rogue psykers and in search of a mysterious Halo Device. In the Orbit of the World of Erros 1 Luceya faces down the planetary governor on his luxury cruiser. And she might just discover the true enemy lurking in the shadows. Just for clarification: For Luceyas dialogue with sign language I will use -cursive- and for vocal I will use -fat-. --Also, as a personal inquiry-- I am not a professional and thus will make mistakes. My aim is and will be to keep as faithful to the lore as possible. --Thank you for your understanding--

The galaxy is at war with itself. Mankind struggles to maintain its interstellar empire while being assaulted from all sides by aliens and heretics. Among these valiant men and women, heroes rise and fall. The mightiest of these heroes are known as the Space Marines, the Emperor of mankinds greatest weapon. Countless numbers of these soldiers fight the humanities wars and preserve it from destruction. Amongst these, a captain of the Flaming Fists chapter responds to a distress call from a backwater planet known as Ulixia. He deploys his soldiers, but an ancient evil lies, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

For over a hundred centuries, the Emperor has stood on the Golden Throne of the Earth. He is the master of mankind. With the strength of his countless armies, a million worlds resist the darkness. He is, however, only a rotting carcass, the Lord Scavenger of the Imperium, kept alive by the prodigies of the Technological Middle Ages and the thousands of souls sacrificed every day so that his own will endure. To be a man in such a time is to be one of the many. It is to live under the cruelest and bloodiest regime that one can imagine. It is to undergo an eternity of carnage, tears and cries of suffering stifled by the laughter of insatiable black gods. It is a dark and terrible age where there is little comfort or hope. Forget the power of technology and science. Forget the promise of progress and enlightenment. Forget any notion of humanity or compassion. There is no peace among the stars, for in the darkness of the far future, there is only war. This is the 41st millennium.

y/n Captain of the blood raven y/n have a secret world y/n found he will show this secret to his chapter master