Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And they specifically asked for you.” Alessia glanced between them. “What are the Primals? Another Empire?” Ianthe entered the room with the calm of someone who already expected chaos. “No. They’re older.” Ariadne followed, her footsteps soft, her expression unreadable. “Much older.” Alessia’s stomach tightened. “Can someone please tell me what a Primal is?” Kael stood, moving to her side protectively. “The Primals are the Luminary world’s original guardians—beings touched by the first luminous streams before the Empires even existed. They rarely interfere in Conclave matters.”

Zion, my male beta; Sally, my female beta; Devin, my male gamma; Jenna, my female gamma; and Javan, my training instructor. "Alpha Kain, nothing is stopping us from marching into the princess pack and crushing all their warriors. Even I can do it alone." Javan suggested. "Princess pack?" Devin and Zion chorused. "Oh please, no manly pack bears, Primrose. Only princesses. They're weak, just like their pathetic name."

Power radiated from her, raw and untamed, the air crackling with electricity. Veyra's smirk faltered for the first time. "So this is the power of the Primarch," she said, trying to sound confident. "Guess what? I have it too." She raised the staff high, summoning even more revenants. They surged toward Seraphine in a wave of earth and flame.

They could probably feel it the same way Varek had. The palace doors opened before we reached them, revealing a long hallway lit by torches that burned with flames that didn't flicker. At the end of the hallway, seated on a throne carved from black stone, was the Primarch. She was the most terrifying woman I have ever seen.

Then she spoke the word like a curse: “A Primarch.” Alexander froze. Lena felt sick. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered. Sable folded her arms. “The Primarch is the highest form of purge evolution—neither human nor weapon. A being of raw, unfiltered purge essence. They were myths. Warnings. No one thought a Primarch could manifest again.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “And you wanted THIS?” Sable shook her head. “No. I wanted control.” Her eyes flicked to Elias.

A month or so later, my mate, beta, gamma, general and my close friend rushed to me, all wearing faces masked in worry. "Cimone, we have urgent news!" I turned away from my desk that I stood in front of, looking over our territory map. I looked at them all, then addressed my general. "What is the matter, Prudence?" Her mouth opened to speak, but it looked as if something crawled in it and jammed it shut. My heart went still at the raw emotion I saw in her eyes. Prudence was another close friend of mine. She was a great warrior from my sister's pack that decided to come and start over with me. She and her wolf, Helena, are great at their job. We ride into battle together at all times, with my

"My name is Zora Vane. And this is my home." "Your name is a designation, dear," she said, walking toward me with a "Tyler Perry" motherly condescension. "I am Aethel-Prime. I was the one who planted the mercury-veins in this planet’s crust ten thousand years ago. I’ve been waiting for a version of myself to grow strong enough to hatch the core." Aethel-Prime didn't use a weapon. She pulled a golden "Data-Sphere" from her belt and tossed it into the air.

Sitting in the chair was a woman. She looked like me. She looked like the 01-B clone. But she was older. Her hair was a shock of white, and her skin was a map of glowing red and green circuitry. She wasn't a simulation. She was the **Prime Weaver**—the original Subject 00. "Mother?" I whispered, my heart stopping. The woman opened her eyes. They weren't brown, or violet, or even emerald. They were **White**. The color of the Void.

However, she had made up her mind to survive the harsh training, even if it meant that she would have to undergo things she had never done before. Eldrick had expected his sister to return home after a month or two, but who knew that the girl would survive all the harsh conditions end up becoming a soldier. Not only that, just in a matter of six years she had ended up becoming the first female Commander of the kingdom of Volar.

"By the power vested on me, I, Claudian Alexander IV, the Alpha King of Waevalon Kingdom, hereby give to you the military rank of general. You, Rachelle Simon of Dark Soul Pack, are the first female general to have been recorded for history. In a short span of time, from being a battle commander, you have managed to be a general. Serve your life with me and together, we will protect our people of Waevalon Kingdom." He pinned me on the gold-plated medal on my left chest of my uniform. My breath hitched just as how close we were right now. I managed to see his long eyelashes and how flawless his skin was. His hands that were almost touching my breasts were sending shivers down my spine. I caug