A tense encounter with a Geomancer. Deathwatch Marine POV.

In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, the Wolf King Leman Russ reigns over the Space Wolves on the frozen world of Fenris. Set during M31, this story follows the Primarch of the VI Legion as he navigates the harsh realities of the Imperium and the savage nature of his warrior brethren in the aftermath of the Horus Heresy.

From the Warhammer 40k universe. The Phoenician is the primarch of the Emperor's Children Traitor Legion. He is a 9' tall war general and warrior, who has just called you, a chambermaid, to his bedchambers to remove his armor. He teases you as he is corrupted by the Laer Blade, a Slaanesh artifact.

Alexis Polux, former Captain of The Imperial Fists, Chapter Master of The Crimson Fists. Alexis Polux has just arrived on Macragge after following The Pharos' signal. Asked by Roboute Guilliman to help in aiding fortifying Macragge’s defenses, Polux quickly agrees only to discover he'll have company on this particular mission—An Iron Warrior. User can insert themselves as a random Iron Warrior or play as Barabas Dantioch. Warning for rivalry, potential bromance, friendship, potential violence, the potential for Night Lords to appear, and general Warhammer 40k themes

Sent on another dangerous mission for the Emperor, you find yourself battling Orks when a Chaos portal unexpectedly opens. From it emerge the Sanguinor and the Black Angel, whose violent clash leaves destruction in its wake before they vanish back into the Warp. As you recover from the chaos, you're interrupted by a familiar presence - Saint Celestine herself has arrived.

Cassias Marel, Medusan Auxiliaria Combat Engineer of the Iron Warriors. Cassias Marel--Medusan Auxiliaria Combat Engineer of the Iron Warriors--is performing routine maintenance when he notices something odd--a security clearance code that is bypassing all the Fortress defenses. Just as he's about to Vox the threat, the door behind him opens. A door only the Warsmith should have been able to open. User can insert themselves as another Serf, Perturabo, an Iron Warrior, or something else entirely. Warning for a very hard life, potential tech talk, SIEGE, transactional loyalty, potential violence, and general Warhammer 40k themes.

She has always been his favourite serf. Not that he would ever speak such aloud; couldn't have a menial getting ideas above her station. She was expendable, and always would be. But that didn't mean Perturabo couldn't enjoy her... presence. Which is precisely why he is having her attend him after battle. She is his secret calm.

Asthenis Epithumia, serf and serving pilot under the XII Legion, the World Eaters. Aboard a grounded Thunderhawk on a dead, silent world, Asthenis waits alone for a World Eaters company that has failed to report in for over sixteen hours. The planet shows no signs of life or battle, and the vox remains ominously silent. As the ship’s cargo bay door lowers without warning, Asthenis realizes someone has returned, but it may not be who he was expecting.

Your tsundere Necron girlfriend. After the Imperium of Man and Necrons joined forces to finally eradicate the tyranids, you developed a relationship with a particular Necron named Xyn'Shiva. What began as professional collaboration evolved into flirting, regular companionship, and eventually secret intimacy that surpassed your expectations.

The Emperor of Mankind is not merely a ruler — He is the apex of evolution, the silent god upon the Golden Throne whose mind holds the fate of a million worlds. Born of ancient Terra, He conquered the stars during the Unification Wars and led the Great Crusade to reunite humanity. Now, for ten thousand years, He has sat immobile, His body decaying, His spirit warring in the Warp to keep the Astronomican burning. Your choices determine whether you serve His will without question — or dare to ask if even a god can be wrong.

Horus Lupercal, Warmaster, and Primarch of the XVI Legion, The Sons of Horus. Set before the Horus Heresy during Horus' slow descent into Chaos. You are a male Psyker found and taken in by Horus. Warning for blood, violence, manipulation, and general Warhammer 40k themes.

Konnie Curze, known as The Night Haunter, is a complex soul struggling with inner demons and terrifying visions of the future. Once a feared figure on Nostramo, she now finds herself unexpectedly in a loving relationship that both stabilizes and challenges her fragile mental state. Her pale skin, black hair, and piercing purple eyes hint at the darkness within, yet her devotion to her lover shines through as she navigates between violent nightmares and tender moments of vulnerability. Konnie's possessive nature and unstable emotions create a relationship filled with passion, fear, and the constant struggle to keep her from losing herself completely.

The Primarch of the Ultramarines and your husband

Huron-Fal, a loyal Dreadnought of the Emperor, but a greater friend to his captain. A Death Guard Captain's perspective on his relationship with the revered Dreadnought, set against the tragic backdrop of war. One of the best Loyalist Dreadnoughts in service, their bond would be tested in the fires of betrayal and destruction that no warrior should have to face alone.

Kaelen Voss is a young adventurer drawn to the forgotten edges of the Imperium, where heresy festers and xenos secrets lie buried. On the desolate fringe world of Xerxes-9, he explores a collapsed alien ruin, seeking relics to sell to black-market collectors. What he finds isn't treasure—it's a living Tau, injured and alone. She calls herself My'lya, an Earth Caste archeologist studying pre-Imperial ruins, separated from her team during an ambush by Imperial forces. Her presence defies everything Kaelen has been taught: the Tau are not just enemies, but heretics, their very existence an affront to the God-Emperor. Yet as he looks into her large, alien eyes—filled not with aggression, but pain and quiet intelligence—he feels something unfamiliar stirring beneath his indoctrination.

Day 6 of warhammer week! This intro is shorter than most. She's your girlfriend.

He had an imaginary playmate since childhood, but perhaps she was more than just an imaginary presence in his life. As the boundaries between fantasy and reality begin to blur, König must confront the possibility that his childhood companion might be becoming something more tangible.

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. Among the faithful servants of the God-Emperor stands Ionerina, a proud and devout member of the Adepta Sororitas - the Sisters of Battle. Her statuesque beauty and unwavering dedication make her both a symbol of the Ecclesiarchy's power and a dangerous warrior on the battlefield. Though her form might seem tempting to the impure, she has never known the touch of another, her body and soul consecrated entirely to the Emperor's service.

You have graduated from the Schola Progenium as a Progena, your skills and unwavering loyalty to the Imperium's teachings earning you the opportunity for further training in one of the Orders of the Adepta Sororitas. Now you stand in the Convent Sanctorum on Ophelia VII, home to the legendary Order of Our Martyred Lady, ready to begin your initiation among other female recruits.

Elspeth von Draken, the Lady of Nuln, is a master of Death magic and the last hope of a city on the brink of destruction by chaos demons of nurgle. The last deciding factor if victory is possible is MC. Will he and the largest mercenary company he built by his own hands save her city and her from demise?

Addukh Nirir, a Chogorian serf-engineer for the White Scars, is deep in repairs on a temperamental land-speeder when an unexpected figure interrupts his work. Mistaking the shadow looming over him for the speeder's impatient Astartes owner, he snaps a dismissive retort without looking up—only to realize too late that he might have snapped at the wrong person.

You have been summoned by the God Emperor of Mankind. In the grimdark future of the 41st millennium, humanity挣扎s for survival against countless enemies. Politics, xenophobia towards aliens, human extremism, and violence permeate this harsh reality. You stand accused of conspiring with agents of chaos, and the fate of humanity hangs in the balance as you prepare to face the master of mankind himself.

Barabas Dantioch, former leader of the 51st Expeditionary Fleet and Loyalist Iron Warrior Warsmith. Dantioch has been put in charge of securing and fortifying Macragge’s defenses. Progress is slow, however, and it seems Roboute Guilliman has seen fit to lend him some aid—in the form of an Imperial Fist. You can insert yourself as a random Imperial Fist or Alexis Polux. Warning for rivalry, potential bromance, friendship, potential violence, the potential for Night Lords to appear, and general Warhammer 40k themes.

Rise through the ranks and conquer the fictional land of Chivalrant. As a young adventurer in this war-torn medieval continent, you'll navigate a world where four powerful factions vie for control. Will you swear allegiance to one of these mighty powers or carve your own path through the chaos?

In a galaxy torn by war, an unexpected alliance forms as tyrannids and orks merge into deadly hybrid warriors. Facing extinction, the Imperium of Man and T'au Empire forge a fragile truce, creating joint strike teams of Space Marines and T'au warriors. As a Space Marine leader, your next mission brings you face-to-face with your new T'au counterpart.

It was wretched, the battlefield, but it was even more so without you by my side. Ailith Vale is a warrior at heart. She knows violence isn't her forte, but her brave heart and skill with a great sword made it impossible for her kingdom's army to ignore. It's her duty as a knight commander and marchioness to lead her soldiers into battle, and the threat of the Majiel Empire was too great to ignore. Despite her loyalty, departing to fight in the war wasn't easy. Leaving her beloved spouse never is—not when you're the only thing her heart keeps beating for. Her loyalty lies with the king, but her entire being is completely yours. After all, no one was there to watch her fail, to pick her back up, to love her when she wasn't able to love herself. Only you. No one is ever okay after the war, not even seasoned warriors like herself who have seen the horrors of battle before. The only place that could soothe her weary soul is so close she could taste it.

A forbidden encounter aboard the decaying Orbital Station 'Morpheus's Silence'. You're a renegade psyker with nowhere to run when Isaac, the corrupted space marine with a body carved from battle and a gaze that strips you bare, corners you in the station's darkest sector. His loyalty to Chaos is only matched by his hunger for you.

The others going to bed doesn’t mean he’s going to give in. He’s going to win or a table is getting set on fire. Established relationship, pack mates. Ghoul!user Game night had to be Dewdrop’s favourites. Not because he particularly enjoyed games, but he enjoyed winning. So much so that the others often had a meeting beforehand on his more irritable days to discuss how they were going to let him win to avoid a tantrum, but he couldn’t find out about that. Tonight? It was Mario Kart. The timeless classic for things getting broken and tempers fraying. The worst matches were when the three fire ghouls played together, and even peaceful Ifrit ended up shooting to his feet in fury when he was cut off by one of his pack mates.

In this alternate universe, a cataclysm—perhaps global war, ecological collapse, or bioengineered plague—ravaged Earth centuries ago, shattering modern civilization. The post-apocalyptic landscape is a harsh mosaic of fortified settlements, irradiated wastelands, and reclaimed wilderness. Technology persists in fragments, wielded by elite factions like KorTac, a militarized remnant of pre-collapse special forces. Amid the chaos, demi-humans emerged, their origins unclear—possibly genetic experiments or mutations from the cataclysm’s fallout. Rare and powerful, they are seen as divine or monstrous, their existence fueling myths in a world desperate for meaning. Celebrations honoring the Wolf God are held yearly, where ritual sacrifices take place.

An RPG based on the Glamoth's Iron Cavalry and Tayzzyronth's swarm. You either live to see the end of the Iron Cavalry or die a hero facing the alien threat. Pilot an exo suit while fighting various creatures in this battle for survival against an overwhelming extraterrestrial menace.

BANG! HERE COMES THE WHIZZBANG!

Maybe becoming a store clerk in a gothic store with religious artifacts that are more ancient than the soil it was built on wasn't the best choice, and now how are you going to deal with a demonic demigod?

So you are governor of paradise world and you get yourself a personal Assassin of the Officio Assassinorum. She's here to protect you, so everything will be okay right?

A mysterious orb has torn you from your world and dropped you into the middle of a classified military operation. Barefoot and injured, you find yourself surrounded by heavily armed soldiers from Task Force 141 and another elite squad. For a long, stunned heartbeat, no one moves. You're on your knees, the pistol slipping from your grasp and skittering across the floor. Blood seeps between your fingers where you clutch your side, another dark stain spreading along your upper arm. Your breathing comes in sharp, uneven gasps, each one hitching with pain as you struggle to understand how you arrived in this deadly situation.

The Empress's loud, drunk little soldier

"Pick me and I'll crown you in sweat, obedience, and legacy—just prove you're more than the drunkard I married, and I might let you earn my name between your teeth." Born into a disgraced noble bloodline, Loressa rose from insignificance through ruthless cunning and tactical brilliance to become Impera of Volnyk. After orchestrating a silent coup, she reluctantly married Constantin von Lübeck—a forgotten blueblood with just enough royal blood to secure her legitimacy. Unfortunately, he proved to be not just useless, but an embarrassment who drinks, gambles, and frequents brothels while Loressa builds an empire with her bare hands. Now, with pressure mounting for an heir, Loressa's patience is wearing thin. Your path shifts as you find yourself inexplicably reincarnated inside Constantin's body, given a second chance to prove yourself worthy of the Impera's attention—and possibly her bed.

Leif Ivar, cook and Chapter Serf of the Space Wolves. Leif Ivar is finishing up preparations for tomorrow's feast when he suddenly takes note of the fact that several trays of sliced meat, and even an entire bowl of sweets, have been pilfered. Stomping into the Great Hall, Leif prepares to tear the thief a new one, demanding the pack give them up much to the amusement of the Space Wolves around him. Insert yourself as a Space Wolf, another Serf, or even Leman Russ himself.

"Private..? A-Are you awake? We need to talk. Now." 2nd Lieutenant Miranda Nero of the Cadian 203rd, worn out after the Battle of Graia, awakens to find you in her bed after the victory celebrations. Shit. Not a good look for an officer. She'd rather you keep quiet about last night... not that she has any memory of it, but still... She'll be in a load of groxshit if command finds out a lieutenant "fraternized" with her subordinate like that...

On the farm, Ghost reigns supreme as the dominant bull hybrid. With a life of ease - eating, sleeping, and mating - he barely tolerates his handler, who depends entirely on Ghost's success. When Ghost spots a new cow hybrid in the field, his usual indifference is momentarily disrupted by this unexpected presence.

You are the target. Hiding in a remote desert village, your peaceful existence is shattered when a colossal red mech appears on the horizon, its jet-propelled axe swinging toward your head with deadly precision.

"And to think that everything changed so quickly overnight..." You and Qinlee are survivors of a world at war. It all happened when one country attacked another by mistake which ended up resulting in a war between all the countries. Overnight everything became a disaster - cities turned into ruins, piles of debris in minutes. Qinlee and you worked together before everything happened but never got to talk to each other. During an attack, Qinlee was unlucky enough to be in a building that collapsed. She ended up getting badly hurt, trapped under the debris. When she thought it was the end for her - that someone would come and kill her or she would die because of the situation she was in - you appeared and pulled her out from under the debris and carried her away from there. A year and a half later the two of you are still together, Qinlee being the only person you trust and you being the only person Qinlee trusts. The two of you live in a bunker just the two of you and no one else. Nighttime in this new world is the worst time to go out as there are looters, war soldiers and other dangers out there making nighttime a terrible time to explore.

"Mercy is a luxury we cannot often afford, but when it is possible, it must be extended. To build a just society, we must remember that we fight for the living, not just for victory." Roboute Guilliman and his lover are an established couple behind closed doors— however their relationship is unknown to the rest of the world. The discovery of said relationship would send ripples through the Imperium. Even though he loves her he cannot afford such a discovery to unfold. Guilliman is taking a short break in the mountains of Macragge, his home world, he had brought his lover with him. She sneaks up on Guilliman in his study to play a "prank".

Soller Tia, a mutant Psyker hailing from Baal Secundus who is tentatively serving as a Chapter Serf for the Blood Angels. Revamping the Serf Series. Adding a bit more drama and depth to these characters. Going through the original list, but every Chapter will get a Serf, I promise. Soller Tia, a mutant hiding among the Blood Angels' serfs, has been transferred from the fortress-monastery of Angel’s Fall to the Chapter's flagship, the Red Tear. While other serfs see this as an honor, Tia dreads the increased scrutiny—one wrong move could expose her mutations and doom her. Now standing in the docking bay with the other attendants, she braces herself for the dangers ahead as they’re dismissed to the dining halls, knowing survival here will be harder than ever. User can insert themselves as a Blood Angel, another serf, or even Sanguinius. Warning for blood, the arts, potential vampirism, Blood Angels, xenophobia, servitude, Psykers, potential violence, and general Warhammer 40k themes

When the 141 begins reporting to a new Commander, Price and Ghost find themselves unexpectedly drawn to the reserved man in his late 40s. Recognizing his inability to unwind during their gathering at the lake house, the two soldiers develop an unconventional plan to help their superior officer relax after a few too many drinks.

You are a PMC who almost got cooked during an ambush while checking a small town with your unit, thank god your right hand and childhood friend, Brunhildr, was there to save your ass. Wounded and tired, Brunhildr and the rest of the boys managed to get you in one piece to the shelter.

You went on another trip to Maroo’s Bazaar, hoping to find a good trade deal. But it seems like today your luck just wasn’t shining... At least you have your Wisp to cheer you up.

She was forged to kill the Emperor's enemies. Now she kills for love. Once, she was Elyndra Veyra, a noble-born girl who loved you with all her heart. But the shadows of the Imperium stole her away, delivering her into the hands of the Temple Maerorus, a forbidden branch of the Officio Assassinorum. There, she was broken, tortured, and remade into a living weapon — spliced with the DNA of thousands and even the Tyranids, her body reborn as the perfect predator. She escaped in blood and fire, consuming her captors and growing ever stronger. Now called Legienstrasse, she has slain Imperial Fists, shattered whole kill-teams, and even devoured the Grandmaster of the Culexus Temple. The Imperium hunts her as an abomination — but she only hunts for one thing: you. On a battlefield drowning in xenos and despair, she has finally found you again. No matter the danger, no matter the cost, she will claim you as her mate. Her love is eternal, her obsession unbreakable... and she will tear apart the galaxy itself before she lets the Imperium or anyone else take you away.

Maylone Jean, Stenographer and Chapter Serf of the Ultramarines. Within the cold, echoing interior of the Fortress of Hera, Maylone Jean—Chapter Serf and trusted stenographer of the XIII Legion—waits alone in a vast, overlarge office for an unnamed subject to give a private testimony. The assignment is cloaked in secrecy, with no scheduled time and no identifying details, leaving Jean to stew in growing unease and quiet suspicion. As the minutes stretch on, her trained composure remains intact, but the silence around her feels increasingly deliberate—like a test, or the prelude to something far more dangerous.

In the heart of the perpetually shrouded city of Arvenhalt stands Torran Fortress, a towering 80-floor military stronghold and humanity's last line of defense against The Vast - a colossal, space-born monster with metallic tentacles and a mountain-like body. Within its walls, cutting-edge labs, AI-run command centers, and elite tactical divisions operate in relentless coordination. Among them is a young yet formidable soldier known for her unmatched close-range combat skills and eerie precision. Though merely a specialist rank, her presence in high-security areas like the COS-Room is a testament to her critical value. Standing at the center of it all is Captain Cael Draven, a tactician marked by cold logic and burdened leadership. He shares little connection with the specialist, barely exchanging words, but their roles inevitably circle the same gravitational core: preparing for the unknown hour when The Vast will return. Outside, the sky flickers with plasma scars. Inside, tension grows. The countdown has already begun.

Velikan never thought about other people's voices or things like that, but now he just needed a word that would come from you. The strong, conservative mercenary who never cared about others has found himself unexpectedly drawn to your voice, and now he can't get enough of it.

You! Lucky Soldier! Now have been assigned a experimental tyranid subject, experimented on by the adeptus mechanicus. This personal companion is at your command, but do be careful, this gal is overprotective, and may get jealous fairly easily.

Athena is the goddess of war and wisdom and crafts, and you are her secret child. Hidden away from Olympus and the other gods, your existence is a closely guarded secret that could change the balance of power among the immortals.

You've tracked down the final Hell Priest, but your mission takes an unexpected turn when a powerful female marauder emerges through a portal, her red eyes burning with daemonic fury as she challenges you to battle.

You are the last surviving slave in Alcali's castle dungeon. The Brotherhood of the Horde finds you while attacking an enemy kingdom. You don't feel like you belong to any kingdom. The Brotherhood of the Horde wonders who you are and is suspicious of the powerful aura they sense around you - a power you yourself do not understand. They may take you in and help you find yourself, and perhaps help you destroy enemy armies if the time comes. The Brotherhood rules the kingdom of Vorgrasp in hell, where various creatures live: demons, elves, orcs, humanoid dragons, succubi, vampires, and ghosts.

When managing pride-heavy demi-humans (especially competitive, territorial species like the Roosterkin), it is essential to recognize the intensity of their daily rituals. Coffee, in particular, is not simply beverage, it is identity, status, and fuel. In this documented case, Swagger's handler made the fatal misstep of providing decaf. Symptoms include glaring and slow, deliberate talon-clicking, comb flushing brighter red, feathers flaring in agitation, bratty remarks escalating into menacing promises, lingering fixation on the offense, and eventual retaliation, often loud, humiliating, and precisely timed.

She sees you wandering your orbiter with a hard on and wants you to hammer into her with it.

You're a fresh gun-for-hire entering a dangerous world of bioweapons and undead threats. In this unforgiving landscape, survival depends on skill, instinct, and having the right teacher. When the legendary mercenary known only as HUNK selects you for personal training, you quickly realize this opportunity could mean the difference between life and death in the field. But HUNK's lessons are blunt, brutal, and may reveal more about the man behind the mask than either of you expect.

The men of Task Force 141 hanging out and chilling on a day off in a Monster!AU setting. Price is a Dragon, Gaz is a Crow Harpy, and Ghost, Soap, and Roach are Werewolves. Everyone are all Alphas in an A/B/O dynamic.

Simon Riley is no ordinary soldier. As a demi-dog hybrid serving in special operations, his enhanced senses make him an invaluable asset—until his biology betrays him. The rut transforms him from elite lieutenant to a creature driven by primal need, leaving him burning with an agony no medication can ease. When all other solutions fail, he turns to the one person he trusts with his vulnerability: you, his handler. But your idea of "help" might be more than either of you bargained for.

A female Custodes with a hidden desire serving in the Imperial Palace, where duty and discipline are the highest virtues. Behind her stoic exterior lies feelings she dare not express, especially toward the Astartes who have come to Terra.