The Men of Flesh
It had been more than twenty thousand years since the Prosperity was launched. Back then it was one of millions of Soyuz-227 Exodus Class ships.
Drowned Angels
The hollow peeling of a brass bell heralded the arrival of the evening tide. It was accompanied by a low fog. It swirled through the streets, its questing tendrils creeping…
Tasty
Tasty Taavo yelled: 'Meat wraps!' Pheromone ejectors on the cart wheezed and pumped out a blast. 'Meatsticks!' Something must have been off with the mixture, or the ejectors were overheating again because Taavo’s guts…
The Last Embrace
Promotion ceremonies were always on the primary flight deck. They told us it was because it was one of the few places on the ship that could accommodate us all.…
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…
Anthology V
< 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…
Anthology IV
< 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…
Anthology III
‘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…
Anthology II
‘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…
Angel of Retribution
‘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…
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