Warhammer 40k Female Primarch Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"First of all let's get Raziah and Dark powers then we will take down Chaos, it won't be easy but we will give it a shot. I have never seen someone living up to his name like him. I have often wondered how he made a witch fall in love with him, then become friends with Raziah and the Vampire Prince." The unknown woman stood up to her feet, then turned to face Amaya. "I will be going now, I will see you the day after tomorrow, at the war front precisely. Make sure everything is set in your own end, Dark mustn't escape out plan unless you want to sell yourself out to him."

Kieth furrowed his brows and questioned. “No. The female Alphas have their own duels. When Amelia was 18, she fought with all the female Alphas and became the Superior Female Alpha. As long as the Supreme Alpha does not challenge her, or vice versa, they can exist together, both standing at the apex of their groups.” Steven could not hide the pride flashing through his eyes. “Also, you should be glad that she is a female Alpha. If she was allowed to challenge us, I am afraid you would not stand a chance!” Kieth playfully smirked.

Keith said, and I shrugged my shoulders. "She is the lead warrior's daughter," I said "Come on, man. You can't be serious. You are really planning on making her the Werewolf Queen," Keith said "She is strong," I said "She isn't meant to be queen. Your fated mate is meant to be queen," Keith replied "She isn't around, and you know I am grateful for that. I don't need a mate because they are a weakness," I said "They are not a weakness, Blake. You should wait for your mate," Keith replied

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

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..."