40k Stories

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

What more could a Gamer ask for better than his favorite game characters coming to life

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.

Arael is a proud servant of the Emperor. He has fought countless battles for centuries and earned himself honor in the Adeptus Astartes. However, Grand Master Azrael has other plans for the marine. He will be sent beyond the Rock to serve as an envoy to the High Lords of Terra. The warrior must learn to navigate a world totally alien to him where all of his skills no longer apply, but all is not as it seems. Something sinister lurks in the shadows, and soon everything Arael has ever believed will be called into question.

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.

Story regarding the excellent universes of Warhammer 40K and Cyberpunk 2077 (Mostly the Cyberpunk: Edgerunners) - Follow the tracks of ever more misfitting group than ever! Now Introducing: 010000010000000001100100000000000111011000000000011001010000000001101110000000000111010000000000. May the Omnissiach preserve us...

[Sequel to 'Imperium'] Following the successful defense of Alamarri and the sudden withdrawal of Hepharion's Chaos Marines, Caius returned to Macragge in time to see the return of his Primarch and receive a new mission from his Captain: find Hepharion and bring him down, no matter the cost, and chase down and secure the remains of the ancient Titan project. At first, resources seem scarce with the Black Crusade taking much of the attention and firepower of the Ultramarines. However, help comes in an unexpected form when an Inquisitor's acolyte appears with an unexpected offer for the men of the Twentieth. Across the stars, Bahad is called before the Council of Farseers of his Craftworld and desperately pleads his case for his alliance with Caius and his hunt for Hepharion. However, this falls on deaf ears when the Craftworld, concerned about his continued association with the Imperium, orders him into a temporary arrest to await further judgment. While in isolation, plagued by his visions of what shall happen without his involvement, he, too, receives an unexpected visitor: a Harlequin Solitaire with a keen interest on seeing him reunited with his Ultramarine. As the two friends journey forth, their paths lead them to one another once again and to the planet of Cosperan, home to a Black Templar Crusade and the most recent spot where Hepharion's Warband was spotted. --- STORIES IN THE SERIES: 0. 'Farseer Falling' - Completed 1. 'Aquila' - Completed 2. 'Imperium' - Completed 3. 'Renegade' - Completed 4. 'Glory' - Completed 5. 'Sacrifice' - Ongoing --- ***This work is entirely fan made and is not officially affiliated with Games Workshop in any way. All rights to Warhammer 40,000 and associated characters and imagery belong to Games Workshop.*** No AI was used in the writing of this story or the illustrations associated with it.

Simple premise: you ask questions about Warhammer 40k, and I will answer them in my best way possible. Disclaimer: Warhammer 40k is owned by Games Workshop and all rights belong to them.

I heard your cries, children. and now I deliver upon you

Discontinued due to lack of Viewership: It has been a while since Gelt received new orders, ever since the Battle of Gulch Valley, dreams of his past still haunt his dreams. He is tasked with difficult task of raising a Imperial Guard Regiment on a mysterious world of Flarise he must buckle up for the difficult task ahead of him.

Literally just my written rendition of the Necrons origin story as I currently understand it, I'm a big fan of 40K and really enjoy Necrons in particular so I figured that while practicing for my own fanfic I'd do this as practice to share my enjoyment with you all. 40K belongs to Games Workshop, please GW please don't sue me

"Most think Angels to be graceful creatures, something to float down to you upon gleaming wings. Our Angels came down in a streak of fire, to bring their "redemption" upon us." Their arrival was heralded by a comet, a single stark-white drop pod. Four warriors of unparalleled skill and power. Four Space Marines. Warriors dedicated to the Imperium of Man, enhanced beyond normal human capability, and armed with weapons to make even the greatest beasts shudder at their power. Warriors who are incapable of being bested. They never came with peace in their hearts, and they would never leave until every being upon Remnant bowed to the God-Emperor. War is inevitable. Death with follow, for one can't hope to win against the Angels of Death.

Fighting for weeks on the war torn planet of Vraks, a guardsman ponders over a confusing, smiling corpse.

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

Sergeant JONS-27651-9967-2 is a member of the obscure 150-6 regiment of the DKOK. A remembrencer, Chrissa, (brought to the besieged planet of Sebestus IV), meets the Sergeant in a trench, during an assault on the enemy lines. She has no idea of the horror of war, but will soon find out that impossible things can happen on the trench lines... (⚠️Contains graphic violence⚠️) Also, for full experience, CLICK THE IMAGES AT THE START OF THE CHAPTERS! they often foreshadow what happens.

The Tempestus Scions of the 734th Thenxa Wolves move to bring a xenos infested world back into compliance, those blue skinned freaks won't know what hit 'em.

This is my first story. This story will follow the Master Chief descendant through the hard Galaxy.

I am, but a soul among many. I am but one pebble in an avalanche. A drop of blood in a flood. My life meaningless. I am but a man among many, and I will hold the line. Can I win ? Can I survive ? Can I at least do something ? No. But is it a reason not to try ? For in the dark grimness of the far future, there is only war. Disclaimer this book contains genderbend and other fanfiction tropes.

Summed to an other world, not by humans but the gods that govern the galaxy. They summon a hope for humans that are fighting a war against their own and the deamons that emerged from the warp. But she will she survive, give in to the Chao's or bring hope back.

At this moment in time this is merely a prologue....more will be done if it is liked enough by people. The story itself revolves around the Warhammer 40K universe, however to add a bit of intrigue I thought i'd try and write about one of the lost primarchs return after being "exiled" along with his legion for falsely worshipping the omnissiah...making the legion neither chaos nor imperium. The book itself will be writtin from the perspective of an astartes character (whos name is yet to be confirmed) from within the lost legion known as "The Arcangels of Aurelia". The tale will revolve around there return to imperial space after 10 millenia. Please enjoy and leave comments!