Warhammer 40k Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

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*sigh* "In the year of 1979, I witnessed a young seer give a prophecy about the end of the Dark Lord." a/n: what I meant with the seed 'taking hold' is in the case of what happened in the cemetery in the 4th book of the series in accord with my theory, where Tom, already in his new body and with Larry's blood in him, touched the scar, weakening the protection and allowing the 'seed' to bypass part of Larry's mother protection. It's just a big 'IMO' case, not to be taken too seriously outside of this fanfic scenery. ---------------

Auriel stood at the long end of the long corridor, he was flanked by two of my Elites soldiers who didn’t even look like soldiers anymore. They looked like hollowed out shells of men, like zombie puppets, dangling on Auriel’s strings. “Aurielll” I growled out. The sound didn’t come from my throat, it came from my throat vibrating like a tornado hitting a roof. “ Little commander, what do I do with you? Thinking you rule the world because the goddess in all her infinite mercy bestowed you with a wolf as powerful as Fenrir. And now we are trapped fighting in the war on opposite sides.”

I whispered to my child softly, murmuring promises I wasn’t sure I could keep, yet hoped I would: “You’ll live, we’ll live, my sweet baby. I swear it, I promise. No one will take you from me-not him, not anyone, I’ll fight forever if I have to.” The figure guiding me paused at the gate, glancing back. Their expression was unreadable, sharp, commanding-but there was acknowledgment there too; a recognition of the struggle, the defiance, the desperation that had carried me alive through nine months of running. With one last heave of effort, I crossed the threshold. The walls of the Black Fur Pack’s territory loomed over me, not as a prison as Ironhaven, but as a shield - Shadow Fang. My legs bu

In his name, vast armies were transported across the galaxy on gigantic ships capable of interstellar navigation. All other races, nations, and kingdoms that Ragnar heard of were enemies of the emperor and of mankind. And he will do everything to destroy his father's authority and destroy his kingdom. Violent wars were fought across the galaxy between the Emperor's legions and enemy legions, many involving wolves. He saw Russ coming to Fenris and the father looking for his lost son. Hesav Russ assembles a warrior honor guard and calls them the Space Wolf. He also knew that each father had many powerful sons called Primarchs. He learned that these transcripts sharing a key gene were collectiv

“Because he gave up his authority.” “Then how is he doing this?” Auren's face became grim. “He didn't.” “What?” “He lied.” The First Creator's voice echoed again. “You thought I surrendered.” A white crack appeared in the sky. “I simply moved beyond the rules.” Elara's eyes narrowed. “Where are you?” The voice laughed. “Somewhere none of you can reach.” Auren suddenly looked toward the fourth world. “No.” Elara followed his gaze. The fourth world had stopped expanding.

And he's walking straight into a trap. Kain had existential beef with the Nightfall Pack. That much, I knew. The tension between them had been a ticking time bomb; territorial disputes, border raids, blood spilled over who ruled what. Kain and the Nightfall Alpha were two wolves cut from the same cloth: ruthless and unwilling to yield. For them, there would be no peace—only death. But this… this wasn’t about territory anymore. Elara’s sister, Maya, wasn’t taken by the Blackthornes. She was taken by Nightfall.

The writing inside looked faded and strange but I could still read some of it. “Kael look” I said and he came close to me. Really close. He stood behind my shoulder and his chest touched my back lightly. “It says something about three dimensions.” “Read it!” he said quietly. I cleared my throat. “The first one is the werewolves. The second is witches. The third is demons. They made some kind of pact centuries ago. So they won’t cross into each other's space. And no war would ever happen.” “Keep reading.” Kael leaned in more his breath warm on my cheek and I shivered. Fuck I miss him.

Now, I’m carrying a Crosswalk bastard child who would have no inheritance, no place in our ranks. Sinking into the bed, I break down into hard sobs. Corbin had always been my dream husband - handsome, respectful, from a wealthy pack, and a friend of my brother’s. But now, I’m too soiled for his family. I’m a liability to everyone but the Crosswalks. And what’s worse, I’m now the laughing stock of the Were-society - something I never dreamt I’d be. But, if my son grows up somewhere far away, he won’t have to endure any such prejudices, would he?

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.