Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

“Oh, it wasn’t my doing! The creatures cannot harm a Yoren dynasty, their creator, Historia, made them this way so the one she thought was hers would return to her in the center once the life circle is completed. It is hard to believe that thousands of years had passed already! Back then, the prime four chose twenty of us to help them carry the energy and the responsibilities that came with it, I was so happy, just like the rest, I thought I would be a Goddess, I never thought I would be turned into a vessel, hidden in the center, imprisoned there.” “What do you mean by the prime four?!”

I shook my head as if trying to shake the pain off, me and my opponent stalked each other like prey. This fight has been going on for almost an hour now and none of us is ready to surrender because of the alpha blood that runs through our veins. I have been engaging in these fights since my eighteenth birthday wish was a year ago. The fight is just to train us better but some takes it to be more than that. The devilish grin on my opponent's face is good evidence that he had something in mind rather than mere fight. Me being the only female Alpha alive doesn't rub well on others, they feel I'm too weak to be an Alpha and I'm using every opportunity I have to prove to them that I'm not weak.

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

Alistair’s black wolf presses against my side feeding me his strength, Elara shifts and stands on my other side doing the same, and across the convergence point every member of the Original Pack is howling to channel their life force through our connections into me. It’s helping but not enough, the New Primordial needs massive amounts of power to fight something as vast as the Anti-Primordial and I’m the conduit burning through decades of life to provide it. “You’re killing her,” Alistair snarls at my god-children while his wolf tries desperately to keep me upright. “We’re saving reality,” the New Primordial replies without emotion. “One life versus existence itself, the math is simple.” “Sh

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

He had the same white hair with some black patches and wore rather normal clothes. He was a half-human-cat, they could change their forms and transform into humans whenever they wanted. Kai had been around her observing her for the past 3 years and today was the first time he had changed his form and it was all because of the dark energy that he felt around her. It scared him and he didn’t dare touch her in his human form cause of how strong it was. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He was using telepathy to talk to someone. “Your majesty…we might have to do something, it seems like the time has come…the princess’s life is in danger.” He said to that person as he talked to the queen, Sian

[Carnelia] “Who is Primus?” The tall drake’s face twisted towards me, his right eyebrow raised, wrinkling the brow of his black skin, the color of midnight. His eyes, flashing green, remind me of my mate’s, much like the sharp edges of his chin. Much like Oaestr is my mirror copy, features like mine with colors switched, the same could be said of this male in his perfectly pressed uniform. “Her mate,” Oaestr answers for us both, her lip curling in disdain. “She’s obviously broken. This navigator may need to be recommissioned. She seems to be suffering from delusions.”

Rhea saw one labeled Moon-Pool: Biological Heritage and felt a surge of protective rage that she immediately suppressed. ​"Calculated movement," she reminded herself, her daggers held in a neutral grip. ​They were met in the central atrium by a squad of "Sentinel-Primes." These weren't the spindly janitors from the perimeter. These were heavy, quadrupedal machines armored in the same black glass as the tower, their movements fluid and predatory.