Wh40k Stories

This is a crossover between Jayfiction's excellent Imperium Ascendant and Gate, Thus the JSDF Fought There. I do not own Warhammer or Gate credit belongs to Games Workshop and A-1 Pictures, respectively. Image from Deviantart by hank9Y I'll be posting my story Thus The Imperium of Mankind Fought There on RoyalRoad on an account called CC.IO, you can read it there if you prefer that site.

Inquisitor Ilvex "Vex" Tamruth have just barely survived the fight for their tradeship. But now they face a war to save the world of Eredius III. Can Vex and his retinue figure out the twisted cult's intent before the devious plan can no longer be stopped? Can the defenders of Ede Prime survive and change the flow of battle? This is the second of my inquisitor Vex stories in the Warhammer 40000k universe. The scope gets larger as the fight for Eredius escalates. And men will die.

A story set in the Great Wheel from Dungeons the Dragoning 40,000 7.6th edition. A Tau escapes the Dark Eldarin Cabal enslaving him.

Just some story ideas that I had in my head, and you can ask me if you want me to make it, or you can use it by my permission

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)

It is late in the 40th Melennium. Humanity is united under the power of the Imperium of Man, watched over by the God-Emperor that all of the Imperium reveres. Humanity is faced by possible extinction, fighting massive wars on every front. Worlds are won and lost, and billions die, in the name of war. Humanity is defended by The Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, the God-Emperors angels. Genetically altered into massive hulks, and clad in massive suits of ceramite Power Armor, the Astartes fight for thousands of years, fueled by righteous zeal and unwavering faith in the God-Emperor. The Adeptus Astartes are split into many Chapters, each with different strengths and weaknesses. One such Chapter is the Black Templars, the most zealous of all Astartes, and unmatched swordsmen. Under the orders of High Marshal Helbrecht, the 16th Fighting Company is formed to spearhead an assault on a recently lost world. The leader of the 16th company is the esteemed Castelan Alaric Voss, an incredibly skilled swordsman and a brilliant leader. Alaric Voss gathers 104 of the most elite Templars and immediately sets course for a Warp jump to the lost planet, determined to purge it clean of the heretical forces of the Chaos Gods. Instead of their destination, Voss and his men find themselves crash landed on the heretical world Sanctyx IV. Trapped in an unexpected war, with no communcation to the Imperium, Voss and his men must fight for their own survival, as well as that of the planet. Will they fall to the insurmountable odds, or will the 16th company do the imposible, and defeat an endless onslaught of thousands of attackers:

a Squad of Gurdsman are fighting to hold a Bunker complex against heretics

The adventures of an ork weirdboy, blessed (or cursed) with psychic powers can he find his place among the orks and enjoy the spoils of WAAAGH? A short Warhammer 40k fanfic. Note- I'm pretty new to Warhammer so apologies for any errors. Let me know if you find any. Thanks.

For many, the Cultist Society is all that there is. But some know better. Some have doubt. The Inquisition hunts them down, doing all that they must to restore their target's purity, whether that be via repentance, flagellation, or death. Kill the mutant Burn the heretic Purge the unclean A Warhammer 40k inspired story. Excuse the liberties taken with the fluff.

Warhammer 40k has a never ending story so I have my own imaginary world so does the other fellow 40k fans

In the 41st millennium, An anonymous citizen of an anonymous hive city learns an unfathomable truth: on a long enough time frame, the only certainty is oblivion Featured in the horror anthology "Tales from the Void II," now available in audio format at the link below. https://youtu.be/iwfDws_3HYc art by GetsugaDante on DeviantArt

During the Great Crusade, the Empress of mankind sets out to the stars to reclaim her lost demigod daughters, the Primarchs. During this Crusade to reunite humanity, the Empress is surprised after words of an immortal man crossing the stars has begun to conquer the Galaxy as well and has set his eyes on Caliban.

In the year 2034, mankind was beset by a foreign enemy, an event known as the Adriatic Rift had torn reality asunder and opened a great gaping maw in the middle of the Adriatic Sea, sucking in countless civilian and several military vessels when it had just spawned. Before the states most affected by this event could even react monstrous creatures began to emerge from the sea, inhuman in nature and armed with natural weapons and various melee weapons, these creatures that came in a vast variety of forms tore apart the coastal settlements first and foremost, focusing most heavily on Italy and Croatia. But even in the face of an otherworldly invasion mankind refused to lay down and die, and thus with the aid of NATO, EU, UN and many other alliances, a Coalition force of volunteers from around the world was formed and financed, created specifically to try and fight this unknown foe aswell as aid local national forces which had already mobilized and fully engaged the incursion on their borders. Sergeant Major Faris Kotroman, Sergeant Quentin McCalley, Corporal Preston Glina and Corporal Moritz "Moe" Schrader are such soldiers, men who willingly took up arms to defend their homes and fellow humans against whatever the hell this unknown incursion was, yet the first engagement against a major force of such creatures saw the local national force alongside forces of the Coalition retreat in terror, these four men were lucky enough to find one another by sheer luck. Yet before they could celebrate the fact they had indeed found one another in the bloody aftermath of battle, another smaller rift opens right in front of them... (Warhammer 40k fanfic, criticism appreciated and welcomed)

Finding himself murdered, Alastor couldn't bare the pain and closed his eyes. A devout atheist for the fun of it, Alastor believed that in believing no afterlife exist; then subsequently no after life would exist... He quickly realized that this fact isn't concrete, as he opened his eyes, he was met with an unfamiliar surroundings. Suffocating air, morbid trees that reaches hundreds of feet long,and worse of it all, monsters... He realized right then and there that this isn't earth, or his universe as the matter of fact as something- a System engraved in his head confirmed that fact. [ WELCOME PLAYER NO. 1 TO WARHAMMER 40,000 UNIVERSE ] Faced with Lovecraftian-like threats all-around the universe: brutish greenskins, bug hivemind, racist human and monsters alike. Alastor made a resolve to himself, to not die a shameless death, not again. To not die, he needs to grasp the unknown power that has enabled inside him... Reluctantly turning into a GOD inturn. [ "PRAISE THE UNCROWNED KING!" ] [ "GLORY TO HIS NAME, ALASTOR!" ] [ "O' KING OF THE UNDEAD, BLESS US!" ] [ "Can you all listen to me, I-I'm not a GOD!" ] [ "THE KING IS HERE! HAIL!!!" ] [ "Damn it..." ]

first time writer if any one wants to use my ocs please message me

This is a short tale about a Nurgling named Norg. His small triumphs are often spoken about among his brethren. Norg is an important figure of hope for those Nurglings who are struggling, and those who aspire to more. (Obviously non-canon.)

Konrad Curze's life had been a nightmare, a ceaseless descent into blood and shadows. His fate had been written in darkness long before he could fight against it, a path he could never escape, no matter how hard he tried. She had felt it all-the madness creeping in, the slow, inevitable unraveling of the man within the monster. But Vaelion? Vaelion had once known warmth. Love. He had been a child who laughed, who dreamed, who believed. He had not been shaped by destiny, but by loss. And somehow, somewhere along the way, he had become Konrad Curze.