Primarch Stories

The Empress of man had created 20 Primarchs to be her generals and leaders during the great crusade. Each one had there own unique and special abilities. However something went wrong and a extra primarch was born, the man YN LN would lead the 21st Legion against the horrors of the galaxy. Can he bound with his fellow warlords and unite the galaxy, or will he watch it burn?

"In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future There is Only War" This is my stand-in for the missing second legion of the 40k universe. These are the Drowned Sons hailing from their death world of Rimordia, recently discovered during the great crusade by The White Scars, they are unleashed upon the galaxy bringing a new Primarch and new weapons and characters to love. "We lie at the surface in wait, whatever shatters the calm we shall meet it, spear and net ready for the killing blow."

This is my headcanon of the two missing or dead, the 2nd and 11th Primarch.

The story of the Eleventh Legion and their Primarch had been lost for ten millennia but now it has been uncovered after so many years... Inspired by The Roboutian Heresy by Zahariel. This is a what-if scenario for the Warhammer 40k Fictional Universe where my version of the Eleventh Primarch strikes back against the Imperium and the galaxy as they return after ten millennia in exile.

Tarasha Euten, Upon her death and disappearance of her body, she reincarnated into a new body, where she retains her memories of past life, this new body was Darjeeling, she remembered her past life, how she miss her son, as she continues fought in her tank, until one day, her adopted son showed up in her school all of her subordinates and her, companion shocked by, as she recognizes her son as she called his name and turned around and look down, he saw his mother, with his tear in his eyes he hugged his mother. Now we must follow them, where they visited her friends, enemies, and allies. What would happen if they meet her son for first time find out.

Man-emperor of mankind meeting of hololive English 1st generation. When Amelia Watson screwed up and sends all of them in 42nd millennium were the EMPEROR is still sitting on his golden throne for past 10,000 years. With him kitten MAGNUS the red and rogal Dorn. Shenanigans ensued and sheer insanity of 40k, as they talked about lore and something.

As the laughter of the thirsting Gods echoes across the galaxy, so too the echoes of men dreaming of victory. Those men and women who held out on hope that there will be salvation. A hero. As the Empyrean opened above a new world, one dreams zealously of not going gentle into that good night. Well, unless his companion who helps him in the dark has anything to say about it. Along with those beautiful women.

A Warhammer fanfic. The commissar looked out the window, one girl had broken his heart jet he didn't wanted to admit it. He would make her his. while she looked lonely out the window, why wouldn't she just meet the right one. it's a try on Warhammer lovstory

when angron died bravely sacrificing himself to protect his legion from the salamanders after dorn's treachery was revealed.he was reborn by his father and got to live a normal live with his new family

Dakar didn't know what to do, a small child was holding his sword in her hand and she looked more than pissed. "Die." her words cursed him. "WITCH!"

It is the year 3560, more than 1,500 years since the awakening of the Primordial Veins-a phenomenon ignited by the cataclysmic events that unfolded after World War II and the devastating detonation of atomic bombs. The world has degraded into a wasteland of megacities that are crumbling, shattering ecosystems, and lordships of the 13 Factions, each one commanded by formidable Primarchs. The factions rule through brutal strength, alliances, and manipulation- each interested in power over the force of the vein. The veins, now concretely pulsing and imposed across the landscape, have changed everything. Tactile probing with these veins results in Accord Bonds to receive more than just Bloodcraft Talents at a stifling cost. Society sits on the barrel of a gun, alive with alliances, betrayals, and a brewing rebellion.

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.

After a brutal brawl with his brother Russ and almost killing him, Saladen left to give himself a fate worse then death after betraying his father and almost killing his brother.

Learn about the lost Primarch Joseph and how he came to be and what he faces as his world turns upside down and as treachery unfolds. Please let me know how the story is. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Bits of Lion El'Jonson's childhood in the Chaos tainted wilds of Caliban.

A story of hope and brotherhood, a story of ever expanding light and newly birthed darkness. When the people of Falmart find themselves in a wider, far more powerful galaxy. When the plans of the Chaos Gods get thrown astray, and their target is behind schedule, will they be able to bring upon a new age of darkness? And if so, will the people of Falmart be able to survive?

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