Around the Corner
AgainA bird call echoed in his head.Silas rounded the corner at a sprint, nearly tripping over a discarded lasgun, a dagger gripped in his hand. Its crude leather-bound handle drew…
Hounds of Bedlam
The lost and the damned – this is the name given to souls who shun the Holy Light of the Emperor. Among them are Rudolf Nusz, a ‘golden-boy’ guardsman who hid his sadism before turning against the Imperium. When a mutiny goes wrong, he attempts to flee the powers of Chaos but is dragged back in by former ally Sebastian Kent. Together, the two men embark on a path of violence to save a traitor ’s spirit from crossing over to the other side, all while their twin capacities for murder and torture propel them into a war between mankind’s worst natures.
Bride of Tzeentch
Freedom is a ship that sails on a sea of blood. The blood in question belonged to the crew of our freighter, the Void Clipper. They lay where we had…
Aureum Lupus
Murderous glares transfixed the boy looking around the arena. Broken bones sliced his naked soles, freshly spilt blood oozing across crusted gore. Cold sweat rolled down the golden paint criss-crossing…
Risk in Reward
Greed is a dangerous thing. Power, a motivator of great magnitude. Striving for the latter, while embracing the former, represents a balancing act with an unforgiving margin of error.
The Fat Cook
Cook’s journal, day 1:I am proud to have been chosen by Lead Explorer J. Y. Causton to serve as cook for the 60-day exploration of the old submerged mine works…
A Beginning
It's Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here... The following story includes graphic, pregnancy-related body horror, which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Indriss Voss dragged…
Lux in Tenebris
Once the Sleep of Reason had been a slaughter-ship, delivering fresh grox to the hives of Choalea IV until outbreaks of tongue-rot had retired her. Now she delivered pilgrims to Terra. More pilgrims made it home than grox had, but only barely.
For the Price of a Heartbeat
It's Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here... The following story includes themes of abuse which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Serenity entered the Scholam’s…
Sal of the Hive
Do you remember the day we met? I don’t suppose you do. Your lifeless stare betrays you. Who was I to you anyway? A tenant? An employee? A statistic? Was I like the others, a dime a dozen?