Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She knew that whoever was out there probably had it. Aries glanced at the door, and mentally he snapped at the one out there to leave what they had at the door and go. It was obeyed too, he just pushed it in their mind. They immediately responded to his command. He was Alpha Prime after all. None of them were going to be able to fight a real command he gave. “I’m not going anywhere.” Sybil figured she needed to appease him. For whatever reason he was infatuated with her at the moment.

Whoever it was didn’t announce himself—he arrived, like a wave crashing over polished stone. Then came the voice. “I am Prince Auren of the Obsidian Wing. Dragon shifter. I come bearing allegiance… and a proposal for your Alpha Queen.” And there it was. Again, I could picture what he looked like. Tall, powerful, cold-eyed but noble, draped in obsidian-black armor or robes that shimmered like scales. His voice carried centuries in it. Old magic. Deep heat. Dragons didn’t kneel. They didn’t bow. They certainly didn’t propose.

“I am Alpha Pria.” She is tall, even for a Lycan she-wolf, and broad shouldered with short, shocking red hair. There’s a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose that gives her an almost fae-like appearance, and her light brown eyes have the same, mischievous sparkle as Haldor’s. I feel small and insignificant amongst these titans. I don’t belong here with them. I belong with the Omegas. I’m not fit to go to war.

A voice called out, filled with admiration and a hint of fear, "All hail the Alpha!" The cry was taken up, one voice after another, as wolves crowded around the arena. The chant grew louder, filling the air with a thunderous roar. "All hail the Alpha! All hail Emma!" Katherine, using her last bit of strength, crawled to my feet. Her voice was weak, barely audible above the chanting crowd: "Congratulations, Alpha!" I looked down at her, my former rival now reduced to a pitiful state. With a flick of my tail, I signaled for the guards to take her away.

And by the sound of it, a queen. But who? Where he had been hiding her this whole time? In all the reports I have been giving before never mentioned a female in his vicinity, except of course for his human prima. Did he have a secret wife in addition to his human one? Did he…? And then the pieces fall into place. Primus’ human wife was not human after all.

“Who are you? Why did you want to meet us?” The figure turned slightly, revealing a face that was both familiar and unsettling. It was a woman, her features sharp and commanding, with eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness. There was something almost regal about her, an aura of authority that made her presence both intimidating and compelling. “My name is Seraphina,” she said. “I’m one of the higher-ranking members of the Primordials. I’m here to offer you a chance to understand our motives and intentions.” I narrowed my eyes, taking in her appearance. “And why should I trust anything you say? After everything that’s happened, why would we believe that you’re here to help us?”

and her face was an exact mirror of Sierra’s. ​"Hello, Sister," the figure spoke, her voice a harmonious frequency that made the triplets' blood hum in agony. "The Architects are tired of your 'Family-Project'. It’s time to return the 'Original-Template'." ​Leo looked from the woman in the sky to his mother. ​"Mom..." Leo asked, his voice trembling. "Who is she?" ​Sierra’s voice was a ghost of itself. "She is the 'Architect-Prime'. She is the one they modeled me after. And she’s here to 'Un-Make' the Vanes."

"The ones in the dark don't have a heartbeat. I do." We reached the Chamber of the First Drop, but it was gone. In its place was a flat, obsidian platform that stretched into infinity. Standing at the center was a figure that made my heart stop. It wasn't a titan or a ghost. It was Me. The Shadow-Prime was a perfect, crystalline replica of the White Queen. She wore the alabaster silks of the Mirror-World, her eyes two pits of indigo starlight, her skin unblemished and radiating a sterile, white-violet heat. She held a version of the Void-Blade that was made of pure, unrefined Aether.

Proclaiming herself as Alpha, was okay because there were females who ruled as Alpha but the fact that she was ruling and males were not in the pack, makes it quite off to me. "In those two questions, I'm going to answer just one of them." He kicked a rock in front of him. "There are a lot of males here than what you have been seeing. The reason is, Alpha Amora prefers females to be in charge because she believes that, whatever a man can do, a woman can do it ten times better." "For the second question, I can't answer that. She is your mate and you are in the right position to answer that." He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to push further.

Adrian said. I searched the floor near a fallen panel and found a bundle wrapped in brittle oilcloth. The material nearly crumbled in my hands, but the sheets inside had been treated to survive damp and fire. Selene’s surviving records were written across them in a careful hand. One page described the queen as the first ruler of the female Alpha kingdom. Her personal name had been scraped away, but the sentence beneath it remained legible. The first queen was murdered by the mate she trusted to stand beside her.