warhammer 40k

RAT-TAT-TAT The burst of my heavy stubber bit my hands, not even the callouses on them able to take the rattle of the gun from painful to merely stinging. The stink of hot metal pierced through the haze of powder and smoke, blood and puke, shit and piss, a smell that I never thought would ever...

It is the 42nd Millennium and the Imperium is on its last legs. The Thirteenth Black Crusade has successfully broke through Cadia and now rampages freely across hundreds of worlds. The Necrons at last begin their great awakening to reclaim the galaxy for themselves. The Greenskins and the...

Eight bodies regard you, lifeless and dry organic eyes peering from behind steel masks engraved with symbols. Cables trail from their spines and limbs, disappearing into the shadows of the vaulted ceiling above. Light is sparse, and broken up by what seems to be perpetual haze. You recognize...

OBEY. A voice cracks all senses, all sense. Worlds burn, the galaxy crumbles. Tooth and claw, fang and talon, spike and bile. The taste of a thousand species lingering in the sequence memory of an unstoppable swarm. OBEY. The galaxy is cleansed, the last pure essences shattered. Terrans...

Unknown - 3854.5 Your head burns, the voice inside it screaming in alarm and panic. You can already feel yourself checking alerts, vacuum sealing the ACU, pulling out the breakers allowing the stream of electricity frying your little buddy. Finally you open your eyes, seeing only the blackness...

So this fic started as a shitpost about Sororitas-themed forcefem that someone on discord made at me while I was baked out of my goddamn mind. For some reason my brain then completely latched onto it and created a massive sprawling story with a huge cast, actual themes, and remarkably little...

You are the newly appointed Captain of the newly reformed 6th Company of the Storm Avengers, a faithful Adeptus Astartes Chapter of the God-Emperor and the protectors of the Asgardia Sector. It has been half a century since the corrupt and treacherous High Lords of Terra forsook their duties...

The Imperium is a vast place covering a whole galaxy with an enormous array of planets and settlements under the control of its many feudal factions. Each with thier own cultures, Technology levels, and wildlife. Many would argue it is in the Imperial guard that this imperial trait of diversity...

Prologue; The Breaking When the Cicatrix Maledictum broke the galaxy, its extents were far reaching and with far greater consequences than anyone could have truly imagined. The Subsector Hydraxius, named for the Rogue Trader Dynasty that both founded it and called it home, near to the Halo...

Artist is Aleksey Bashlay, their Artstation can be found here: https://www.artstation.com/ifrit_01 Slayer of Kings An Angron Quest Welcome, one and all, to the third and final installment of my trilogy of quests following Angron, Primarch of the XIIth Legion. In Eater of Worlds, we...

The tension in the air was so thick that a person could walk into it and hit themselves with it, as the Players, the Imperial Guard, and the Void Born all aimed their weapons at each other. "That's enough put your guns down!" Kirito yelled at the Humans in front of him, he could see the madness...

So it is this time of the year again when deeply frustrated with how stalled my other writing projects are, I end up trying to break through writer's block by producing D/s smut. And since I've been playing Owlcat's Rogue Trader lately, what you are getting is Warhammer 40k smut. Or, rather, a...

This is the first time I have ever written and published anything. Do not expect a regular update schedule. Do expect a lot of unexplained jumps in power, plot holes, resurrection and other less fun tropes. You are warned. Destiny can be unkind to the brave and the curious. Synopsis: What even...

In the opening years of the Era Indomitus, many of the great Rogue Trader dynasties located throughout Imperial space underwent a dramatic upheaval in their fortunes for better and for worse. One such example was the dramatic events that befel the Von Valancius dynasty of the Koronus expanse (As...

Chapter 1: The year was 2020, in a small corner of l'Atmella de Mar, a flea market was taking place. As one, the residents of the town and the other that neighboured it, gathered their bits, their baubles, their trash, their treasures, and lined it all up for bored, half interested men and...

The shipyard above Temari's Prime is a hive of activity, even when devoid of current construction projects. Void-suited workers scurry across the surface, while small spacecraft weave in and out, carrying cargo, performing maintenance, or ferrying passengers. From your vantage point, the...

Prologue It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the golden throne on Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing...

It is difficult to define ancient history in a civilisation of such varied lifespans. But in an age long since passed the world was forever balanced on a knife's edge, forever at risk of falling into the horrors of the Enemy's hands. Chaos dwelt upon the face of the world, and regularly brought...

It is the dawn of the 42nd Millennium. And it is a grim dawn indeed. The Forces of Chaos have torn the galaxy in half with the Great Rift, and continue their endless rampage. The Necrons continue to slowly but surely arise from their slumber, and Tyranid Hivefleets seem never-ending. And the...

Chapter 1: Fading Away from the Light Arrakis, 10191 AD The sun above was a hot, oppressive thing, reflecting off the vast sands of the world below it and amplifying the heat of the dry air. Here on the curtain wall of utterly solid stone, it was only a little cooler comparatively. For Daniel...

The Grim Darkness of the Milky Way on the eve of the 31st millennium has been bred in the chaos of thousands of struggling empires, shattered remnants of the far greater states that once dominated the galaxy. From the massive tear in the very flesh of the galaxy, warp storms have killed any...

The Year is 455 M41. You have been informed by the Adeptus Terra that you have been awarded the Governorship over the Moran system. You are told that the previous Governor was purged for Heresy. The tithe is due and you have minimal information on your new realm. Lying in a underdeveloped...

[] As I finally regained my sight and the violent turbulence of dimensional travel subsided along with the pain of having my entire form broken down and reform, the swirl of lights and dark shapes began to correct themselves as the reality of common sense asserted itself over me once again, my...

This is not a versus. This is not a 'who would win'. This is intended to be as true and honest to both source materials, taking characters and exploring them as best as possible, enriching both worlds for the interplay of the two, and is expressly character and narrative driven. If you expect a...

Prologue – Awakening At first, there was nothing. Neither light nor dark, only nonexistence, a deep sleep. A mote of biological matter, a chitinous cluster of cells, floats aimlessly in the artificial wind of a turbine, unnoticed, indistinguishable from the dust created by the dead skin of...