Primarch 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 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?

The Emperor Of Mankind has created the Primarchs for the purpose of uniting Humanity. The Ruinous Powers of Chaos somehow spirited the Emperor's unborn superhuman children away through the Warp, scattering them across the Galaxy. One such child lands in the world of Remnant. From this world, the Great Angel shall rise. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth Warhammer 40K belongs to Games Workshop

During an epic clash, Ork Warboss Ghaghkull Mag Uruk Thraka and Daemon Primarch Angron find themselves in a fantastical world. And within this world, Ghazghkull and Angron will leave violence and destruction in their wake as they seek to kill each other. But in the midst of their conflict, unlikely heroes play a part in deciding the outcome of this titanic duel. RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth Warhammer 40K belongs to Games Workshop

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.

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!"

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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/