Primarch Stories

The Emperor of Mankind: "I am not a god." Lorgar: "Of course, my lord. You are merely... divine." Erebus: smiling far too much When the Imperial Truth was proclaimed and enforced, the most widespread symbol of devotion became the Golden Throne icon, officially declared "purely inspirational" and absolutely not religious. Perturabo wages war not for love or glory, but to prove-once and for all-that his genius was never appreciated. Konrad Curze, fully aware of his sanity and damnation, chooses terror and death because the future has already judged him guilty. Magnus the Red sacrifices his eye for knowledge-and later sacrifices everything else trying to undo that choice. Roboute Guilliman watches the Imperium twist his rational ideals into dogma, his legacy buried beneath prayers, relics, and bureaucratic rot. Angron does not "wear" the Butcher's Nails. The Nails wear him. The Emperor looks upon the Primarchs and says, "I created you to save humanity." Then, without hesitation, he unleashes his psychic might-casting Erebus and Lorgar down in chains, spinning helplessly in the consequences of their own faith. This chronicle is also known as: "The Imperial Truth (Briefly)" "How Not to Raise Demigods" "Erebus Ruins Everything" "The Word Bearers are converting worlds again!" "The Emperor is silent!" "Erebus must die!" Author: Baltan The Lobster

Questions often do not produce answers, the curiosity behind it is what motivates the progress to search for them. That's why he's so curious about everything. Why? Why is he here? why did they bring him to life? why is he so different from the other? Sometimes, he wondered about it, he wanted to ask his father, the Emperor...but maybe, maybe he doesn't need to. A story of a "man" who has no other choice but to fight and suffer alongside his people throughout history. Will the endless cruelty of the universe subdued him? Will the boundless madness of the dark gods and creatures of the warps break him down? He doesn't know, in fact, he doesn't know a single answer...but right now, it doesn't matter to him anymore. The galaxy is still burning, Tasks are at hand and will he be able to finish his father's wish? He'll find out on a long journey. NOTE: bad english warning, i own nothing but this O.C (Have to rewrite this since the old one is so bad it's cringing me out)

The age is 31,000 AD, humanity is roaming across the stars, and new threats arise. Xeno, a gothic term for stranger or alien. These "Xenos" are threats against the Imperium of Man and their Emperor. But one may very well become an ally, one from another realm. - I do not own Warhammer 40k - I am not fully caught up on the 40k lore so it might not align with most of the Codex stories

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.

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.

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.

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!"

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

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

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

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

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

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.

"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."

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.

The son of the Lion, Leonidas El'Jonson searches for a way to escape from his own failures and his legions. The Dark Angels under his guidance now look for a way to atone for their sins, by killing the one responsible for it all. In the journey to find forgiveness, Leonidas stumbles upon a small Rebellion, where one Mandalorian will change his life forever.