Warhammer Stories

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

This is a reworking of my ADEPTUS TITANICUS: LEGIO TITANIUM book. I did a lot of changes here and there and NO, I did not make the Legion weaker, I think I made it too powerful to even exist in the Warhammer universe. But hey! I don't give a shit.

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

even a lowly guardsmen can do great things with a little faith and a lot of luck

A Warhammer fanfiction about an ordinary 18 year old man named Malthael reincarnated into a another universe as he is given a system as well. Malthael asked what universe is he resurrected to as the system replied he is being reincarnated into the Warhammer Universe which Malthael immidietaly fall into shock as the Warhammer Universe is completely and utterly brutal given within that Grim Dark Universe there is only war. What happens next? Read The Story I don't own Warhammer or any of the pictures except the ones that look like AI made that is mine. The rest it belongs to their respective owners.

The Deathguard. A Legion of Brutally grim and Crushing yet Merciful and Jovial Warriors. When the Largest conflict arises and at the heat of battle once standing tall clad in armor, he finally fell. But he did not find himself dead. He found himself elsewhere. Remnant. He'll have to get used to this. (Quick sidenote, but while I'll try my best to explain a lot about space marines and how they'd work I obviously can't just fit the whole thing in a single explanation, so I'll try to make it as readable as possible for someone who isn't aware on what Warhammer 40k is) Also justice for my Deathguard boys, they ain't never get spotlight here.

RWBY owned by Rooster Teeth Warhammer 40k owned by Game Workshop

Say no to the life in warhammer 40k After getting a second chance in the wrong universe-one where hope was a fool's dream-Luthar, a low-ranked Tech-Priest with no grand destiny, refused to accept his fate. The moment he found a way to escape, he took it without hesitation. Now in a world where gods walk among mortals, Luthar is armed with forbidden knowledge and technology beyond comprehension. He has no desire to be a hero-only to carve out a place where he truly belongs

you are the leader of the thousand sons space marines legion and the red king of the planet you were raised upon but now is not the time for rest nor reprice but for action the great crusade is in motion and you are one of the vital key figures in making sure that it is successful god speed

This takes place 1 year after the original voltron 40k

through a blasted warp miracle/curse. A lone Krieger is suddenly inside a strange chaos infested city. He will do what every faithful servant of the God-Emperor of mankind would do: Burn the heretic. Kill the mutant. Purge the unclean. AN: This takes place in the beginning of the seven days of blood, following the rise of Evilus.

Like the title, it will be a short story that I will not make a book. It is actually just for fun, and let my damn creativity to go, and didn't get wasted. Also it might be random so yeah

a warhammer fantasy (old world, and several mods) and RWBY crossover (with lots of other things added)

*Disclaimer*: I do not own any pictures, media, or franchises included in this story unless explicitly stated otherwise. All credit goes to the original creators. ______________________________________ Before the New Imperium's formation, before the secrets of the Gaian Cluster began to be unveiled, and before even the fall of Cadia - there was an era of untold slaughter. An era defined by warring empires and the machinations of beings far beyond any singular mortal's comprehension. And even still, there were times that have been lost to recorded history. Forget your conceptions of good, or evil, gods, and reality itself. Forget the significance of the Chaos Gods - for they are not, in the grander scale of things. Forget the great works of man and others. This is a tale of the eternal struggle between the light and dark . . . A story of eons passed and our forebears. This is the memory of reality, and let it forever be so. ---------------------------- This book is meant to be a recollection of the time before the main "Great Crusades" stories. It will cover the times of the Triumvirate (even if vaguely), the Luminos Imperium, the Great Crusade, the Horus Heresy, and others such as the Eclipse conflicts and dark crusades. Enjoy!

not a story but a character description of my original character,Personas, character from alternate universe and more

this is a lore/Bio book about the faction of the carcosian fallen legion,the heretical Fallens and lykiel.And also there bio of other factions like myū faction and more

after Jaune saved cardin in the forever fall forrest he told everybody about how he lied his way into beacon, after that everybody save for a few left and then met a god her name is Tzeentch god of change and she gave him a choice and he accepted now he is the seer of the past and future but blind to the present he is the Fatewevar

It is the year 2523 I.C, the memories of Ubersreik still fresh in their minds, but now they take on the horrors of Helmgart. They will not do so without help, however, they may find it...heretical to even consider accepting its aid. It's seen the worst of it all, its mind still gripped with the terror of its ancient history, but perhaps it'll find light in this grim, dark world...?

We all know the story. The Men of Iron rebel, humanity degrades into barbarism during the Age of Strife, Slaanesh is born through the depravity of the Aeldari Empire, the Imperium rises and falls and the galaxy burns in strife and bloodshed. But what if that which was ordained never came to pass? What if the Cybernetic Rebellion never happened? Can humanity defy the dark fate written in the stars with blood and sin? The Golden Age of Humanity of the 25th Millennium VS The Dark and Brutal Future of the 42nd Millennium. Fanfic Created by: Naranka Link of History: https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-light-not-extinguished-40k-daot-what-if-fic.939626/page-9&ved=2ahUKEwjgjP_hkNmHAxW1CrkGHcnODqsQFnoECBUQAQ&usg=AOvVaw2vxgHHtUX5s9ar-sObm6IZ

In the vast expanse of space, a shimmering anomaly tore through the fabric of reality. As the blinding light faded, the sleek silhouettes of Imperial Star Destroyers emerged, their hulls gleaming against the unfamiliar starscape. At the helm of the Chimaera, Grand Admiral Thrawn stood motionless, his glowing red eyes scanning the tactical displays with calculated precision. The Seventh and Third Fleets, once poised to crush the remnants of the Rebellion, now found themselves adrift in an unknown galaxy. Thrawn's mind raced, analyzing every detail of their new surroundings. The star patterns were wrong, the familiar beacons of the HoloNet silent. This was not their universe. As reports flooded in from across the fleet, Thrawn's tactical genius was already formulating strategies for survival in this hostile new realm. Little did he know that his arrival had not gone unnoticed. In the distance, the ominous shapes of Chaos warships loomed, their twisted forms a stark contrast to the clean lines of the Imperial vessels. The Grand Admiral's lips curled into a thin smile. Here, in this galaxy of eternal war, his strategic brilliance would be put to the ultimate test. The Imperium of Man, the forces of Chaos, the Tyranid swarms - all would soon learn to fear the name Thrawn.