Primarch Stories

​In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, there was one Primarch who refused to hate. ​Baram, the Shield of Jotunheim, Primarch of the Ironhearts (Vth Legion), was a bulwark of impossible strength and devastating compassion. He wielded the Hearth-Door, a colossal shield meant to guard every single soul, believing the true strength of the Imperium lay not in its weapons, but in the people he protected. ​But when Horus betrayed the Emperor, Baram was thrust into a civil war that shattered his vow of unity. He was forced to fight the rage of Angron, confront the chilling logic of Guilliman, and face the ultimate failure: he could not save his brothers. ​Now, as the Imperium burns, Baram makes one final, tragic choice: to reject the rules of war and retreat to the galactic edge. He will take his shattered Legion to the farthest reaches of the stars, becoming the Eternal Sentinel-the shield for the forgotten. ​This is the untold story of the Primarch who fought not for conquest, but for the broken hearts of humanity.

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

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

Closing the eyes, in fear of the dream's, in fear of her life. But now she was alone, she needed the sleep. Even if just for few hours. "it's just dreams..." she wisper in fear.. for it had already sent her to the edge. Dreams of a war torn galaxy were chaos were behind every corner, death in every step and hope felt so distant. #fanfic Picture not mine but here is were I found it: https://no.pinterest.com/pin/536421005621482097/

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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)

Before you stands the Emperor. Master of Mankind, Joint Ruler of Holy Terra and Mars, Heavenly Father, Caesar, Emperor, Augustus, Conqueror of the Stars, Bane of Xenos, Immortal Wisdom, Curse of Malevolent Gods, Watcher on the Golden Throne... And most importantly: Humanity's Eternal God, Indestructible Faith, Creator of the Greatest Suffering, Bearer of the Greatest Suffering. His legions are falling, his empire is dying, and all his most sacred, primal dreams are turning into the very ignorance and atrocities that will kill him. He is weeping. He is screaming. He is helpless, witnessing endless malice amidst infinite suffering. And I? I am the one who ended His suffering. (Female Primarch, original Legion, no devotion to Chaos. The author will try their best to maintain lore accuracy, "grimdark" flavor, and daily updates. The beginning might be a bit difficult to read, so feel free to read a few chapters to see if you can adapt.) 🚨 Important Note : For the continuity of this story consider to Support us on Pãtreon/Flokixy to access advance Chapters and To Support The Daily Update

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.

This is a Warhammer 40K fanfiction about the daughter of God Emperor of Mankind and Erda who got erased from history. In short, a Female Primarch story. Artwork by my friend @m_sigma39 on Twitter