Anthology I
It’s Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here… The following story includes pregnancy-related violence which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Adeptus Ministorum Three hundred and…
It’s Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here… The following story includes pregnancy-related violence which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Adeptus Ministorum Three hundred and…
< Back to Short Fiction After The Craftworld An unofficial Warhammer 40,000 Short Story Written by Chris Buxey ‘All pulsar batteries lock on to the Worthy Tides! Destroy it the…
< Back to Short Fiction Arna Blassow’s Four Visitors An unofficial Warhammer 40,000 Short Story Written by Mark Butterworth The knock at the door was firm but not frantic. I…
‘Thou shalt not defile this church of thine Emperor!’ I shout. Not so intimidating when that church is a barely-held-together collection of metal plating, and the quartet of would-be defilers…
‘It was a beautiful war.’ The warrior’s eyes never lost their focus as he spoke – owing to the transfiguration of his biology, I doubt it was possible for him…
‘Capture an enemy. Hurt him. Make him suffer; make him bleed. Expose the target with his comrade's anguish and in that distraction, strike. This is the lesson.’ -- Codex Umbra…
< Back to Short Fiction The Silk SpireAn unofficial Warhammer 40,000 Short StoryWritten by Jenny Strath[rt_reading_time label="Reading Time:" postfix="minutes" postfix_singular="minute"] 'The good die first,' thought Dazia as she dragged hungrily…
A few days ago the trap might have worked. It was simple, well hidden, and completely lethal. But Tanii had learntfast since she’d fled into these woods. She scoured the…
Renate Glaserman I shuffle my feet, trying to keep my balance as the Valkyrie lifts off the ground and hurls itself towards the light cruiser in low orbit.Those first few…
Adeptus Ministorum The first sign of the Inquisition was a smoke-signal, across the sky: the vapour trail of an armoured landing craft. The wheat forest rippled as the craft passed,…