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The Shattering, Chapter 52

Sanguinius stood silent, watching the holo-display. His wings tucked close, feathers trembling slightly, his eyes tracked the brutal carnage unfolding on the Conqueror. The red and green markers representing lives flickered, steadily disappearing in clusters as the World Eaters fell in droves. Each wave that Argall’s Transhuman Warriors met was cut down without mercy, and the silence in the command deck weighed heavily. Dorn and Rus stood beside him, tense, watching every moment with narrow...

Honored One, Chapter 56

The ground shook beneath Fenrik’s boots as he charged forward, bolter raised, senses sharp. The fog of war was thick, muddy, and reeked of burnt flesh and something far worse, something unnatural. He snarled, tasting the foulness on his tongue. Lasgun flashes and Ork shouts filled the air, but somewhere beyond, something even darker prowled.

Then he saw them – daemons, thousands of them, crawling and slithering, spilling over the battlefield like a flood of rot. Blue...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 70

Would you like to Integrate the STC into the System?
Doing so will upgrade [Tech-Shaping] into [Fabrication].
STC material blueprints will be immediately made available and ready for [Fabrication].

I raised a brow at the sudden prompt. At times, I almost forget that I had an entire System of Power that was mine and mine alone, something I still probably hadn’t told even the God Emperor about. I considered the prompt as I walked right out...

Announcement

Hey guys, I won't be able to upload any new chapters for this week specifically, because I'm a Law Student and it's Midterms so I have a lot of things to study on. That is all.

Twisted and Accursed, Chapter 30

“Collin, I’m going after the sniper!” Dragon practically screamed through the comms as her Dragon Suits flew up and away.

This was not supposed to happen.

Armsmaster’s boots skidded across the blood-slick deck, his eyes locked onto the girl’s still form. Taylor Hebert lay crumpled in her father’s arms, her chest shredded, heart, lungs, and bones torn to ruin. Danny’s fingers dug into her shoulders as if he could hold her togethe...

The Cursed King, Chapter 43

“Nice, you’re getting a lot better at this.” Sukuna said, grinning as Horus channeled RCT and regrew his right arm, which Sukuna had earlier taken with Cleave. All part of their very friendly spar, since Magnus was taking his sweet time and none of them had anything better to do. So, seeing as they were literally built for war and death, many of the Primarchs, including Sukuna himself, decided that it was a good idea to start sparring.

Horus grinned back an...

The Bone King, Chapter 46

Rodrik Guld, son of Skoll, leaned closer to the mirror, studying the face of the man who stared back – a face he hardly recognized anymore. His once thick beard was gone, along with every strand of hair from his scalp. Where he once saw ruddy cheeks and a strong, weathered brow, he now saw hollowed cheeks, skin pale as the moon, lips a stone gray, and eyes that gleamed an unsettling, unnatural crimson – a predatory glint that hadn't been there before. When he blinked, the red lingered, sm...

The Shattering, Chapter 51

Sanguinius barely registered the shift.

In an instant, Argall was on him, a blur of movement – almost as fast as the Khan himself. Sanguinius raised an arm, blocking the first strike, his forearm meeting his brother’s with a sharp impact. He staggered back a step, absorbing the blow, then dropped low and twisted away, finding his footing just in time to block Argall’s follow-up.

No one in the room could follow what was happening. They wouldn’t understand wh...

The Honored One, Chapter 55

The air stank of blood and oil.

Garn couldn’t breathe. His gas mask filters were clogged, half-caked in the dirt kicked up by shell impacts. Somewhere to his right, he heard someone choke. He didn’t look; couldn’t afford to. Bodies piled at his feet, grey and blue and green, mangled by the churned mud. He just kept his eyes forward, his lasgun held tight, the muzzle shaking in his grip.

Ahead, the fog parted for a moment. He wished it hadn’t.

...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 69

I sat on the dust-covered bench, elbows on my knees, hands clenched, fingers pressing hard into my palms. Silence surrounded me, pressing in as if to remind me of what Cortana had said: Terra.

The Age of Strife.

My eyes fixed on the dimly lit expanse ahead, but I saw nothing, my mind swirling through fractured memories and broken, half-formed thoughts. I was on Terra, during the Age of Strife. No Imperium – not yet. And the Emperor of Mankind likely h...

The Bone King, Chapter 45

Halga breathed in deeply and smiled, feeling the warmth of Jason's magic wash over her like a gentle wave. Once again, the golden lights of his spell enveloped her, purging the creeping sickness from her body, banishing it as if it were nothing more than a shadow chased away by the sun. She watched as her pale skin regained its vibrant hue, the black veins that had marred her form slowly receding beneath the surface. Her breath, which had been ragged and shallow just moments before, became st...

The Cursed King, Chapter 42

“You know,” Sukuna suddenly said, right as Sanguinius led him to a grand door, behind which was a gathering of the other Primarchs. Sukuna felt their presence on the other side – some stronger than others. Just now, he realized there had been something rather odd about the winged Primarch from the moment they met, and it wasn’t even the twin souls in one body. No, it was something else entirely. And now, Sukuna knew exactly what it was. “You’d be a lot stronger than you are now if...

Twisted and Accursed, Chapter 29

The lights flickered back on, casting harsh shadows across the blood-soaked room. Taylor Hebert, standing in the midst of it all, wiped her face with a trembling hand. Alice hovered by her side, a silent specter, her claws retracting into ghostly fingers. Bodies of the mercenaries lay scattered around the room, their weapons discarded, blood pooling on the cold floor. Alice had certainly done a number on them, slicing off their limbs, their heads, bisecting them, or tearing apart their organs...

The Shattering, Chapter 50

“You were following me,” Thragg said, his voice low and measured, each word weighted with the threat of violence. His large hands were wrapped around the frail neck of a humanoid creature, its limbs twitching feebly in his grasp. The creature’s features were obscured by a grotesque mask that appeared to be laughing. Despite its apparent fragility, the being had been part of a larger force that had ambushed him in deep space. It was still a mystery how they had managed to track him d...

The Honored One, Chapter 54

The planet trembled beneath the weight of Satoru's power, mountains shuddering, oceans and lakes roaring as if the very fabric of reality protested his audacity. Entire cities crumbled into dust, and the air itself seemed to crackle with anticipation as Tzeentch, the Chaos God of Change, the Great Sorcerer, spoke through the massive tear Satoru had ripped into the Warp.

I knew you’d be a fun guy to be around, came the voice, a thousand tones blend...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 68

I... might’ve made a mistake.

I’d gotten so used to the Tech-Priests that I knew and forgot about the fact that these were not, in fact, the Tech-Priests that I knew. And so, when I approached them, they reacted quite badly and started firing at me with what appeared to be primitive and fear weaker versions of the Lasguns that I knew and recognized. They also had slaves with them. Slaves. I knew what Servitors were and what their functi...

New Gamer Fic

I've just finished designing a freaking epic Gamer System that I think would be really fun to play around with in a cool Universe. So, as my fans, I'm letting you guys vote on which world/universe we should fuck around with next. Here are the ones the options (chose them based on how big a fan I am of them and how much I actually know about them). Ya'll can only choose one. The second placer might get its own fic, but it'll be slow.


Also, the power-scaling will be the same for each...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 67

The ships that descended from the clouds were unmistakably of Adeptus Mechanicus design, yet... different. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but the differences were there, subtle yet undeniable. The vessels lacked the sacred symbols I’d come to expect—no Imperial aquila, no recognizable Mechanicus iconography. Instead, the hulls bore unfamiliar markings, though the stylized skull and cog symbols told me they were still of Mechanicus origin. Perhaps some offshoot faction or a splinter se...

The Honored One, Chapter 53

The battlefield stretched far and wide, thick with the smell of blood, smoke, and gunpowder. The ground was littered with bodies – humans, Orks, and things in between. Satoru floated above it all, an untouched god amid the chaos, his robes swaying lazily as the faint glow of his Infinity flickered in the haze. There were more Devourers scattered across the planet, but they were miles away, far from where he stood. And, frankly, he didn’t feel like hunting them down. They weren’t worth h...

The Bone King, Chapter 44

Brandon Stark’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell upon the vast army of the undead that now swarmed the fields surrounding Winterfell. The sight was unlike anything he had ever imagined. Thousands of skeletal hands clawed at the frozen ground, their gaunt frames moving with tireless precision, digging deep ditches, plowing fields, and tilling the hard, unforgiving soil of the North. There was a rhythmic efficiency to their labor, an unrelenting energy that no living being, no mat...

The Cursed King, Chapter 41

“The chicken wings on your back tell me that you must be Sanguinius, yeah?” Sukuna raised a brow as a pair of Primarchs greeted him. One was bald and covered in odd tattoos, and the other one had hair and a pair of wings. In terms of power, the one with wings was clearly and immediately far greater than the bald one. In fact, Sukuna was pretty sure that his weakest Devourer could beat the bald one in a slugging match. The King of Curses smiled at the thought; it would actually be...

The Shattering, Chapter 49

Sanguinius immediately took note of the Hyperborean delegation the moment they entered the room. His sharp, golden eyes narrowed in the slightest, scanning each figure carefully. It didn’t take long for him to recognize something unusual, something remarkable.

They were enhanced – physically, at least – on par with an Astartes, or close enough that the tiny differences no longer mattered.

The first thing that struck him was their height. The shortest ...

Twisted and Accursed, Chapter 28

“Dad...”

“Taylor...”

“I—”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Taylor.” His voice was firm, unwavering. For the first time in a long while, Taylor saw something fierce in her father’s eyes – a fire she hadn’t noticed before. It was... comforting. They sat across from each other, separated by a long, cold metal table. Taylor’s wrists were cuffed to her chair, a precaution meant for his safety, though they both knew she...

The Bone King, Chapter 43

Lonnel Snow, bastard son of Brandon Stark, Lord of Winterfell, felt a shiver course through him as he approached the woman known only as Little-Cloud. Each step he took toward her seemed to amplify the icy grip of fear that tightened around his chest. She stood before the ancient heart tree in the godswood, unmoving, her gaze locked on the pale and twisted face carved into the weirwood. The godswood itself was a place of reverence, its silence heavy with the weight of centuries, but her prese...

The Cursed King, Chapter 40

The golden rays emanating from the Emperor were blinding, radiating such an overwhelming purity of Positive Cursed Energy that even the air around them seemed to crackle and hum with its intensity. Sukuna, standing before this great being, couldn’t help but appreciate the raw power that the Emperor held, even after all this time. It had been decades since their last encounter, yet the Emperor’s sheer presence still felt insurmountable. But now, there was something different – Sukuna him...

Twisted and Accursed, Chapter 27

“What the hell do we actually know about her power?” Piggot sighed as she addressed the gathered ‘Heroes’, most of whom were from foreign PRT branches who were sent here to help with the chaos – at least, officially. Unofficially, they all were sent here because Taylor Hebert, now given the tentative name of Ruination, was the latest S-Class threat, who was probably even more dangerous than the Slaughterhouse 9, despite being a teenager. Honestly, that girl had cle...

The Shattering, Chapter 48

“So...” Rogal Dorn began, his deep, measured voice breaking the stunned silence that had fallen over the gathered Primarchs. The shock in his tone was rare, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism, but understandable given the circumstances. The revelation they had just been given changed everything. “They’re led by a brother of ours.”

The other Primarchs, standing around the massive hololithic map of the star system, wore similar expressions of surprise. Sanguinius kne...

The Honored One, Chapter 52

The battlefield crackled with cursed energy, thick as a storm about to break. The crimson afterglow of Satoru’s last attack still shimmered in the air as the two fallen Devourers’ remains smoldered within the massive crater he had left. That was, quite possibly, the most powerful Red he’d ever unleashed, ever, and Satoru knew that it wasn’t even the strongest. At this point, he had enough Cursed Energy to pump a Red Mass to such a degree as to flatten entire mountain ranges and seriou...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 66

(You guys are in for a treat.)

The dirt beneath my fingers was warm, a comforting kind of heat that reminded me of something distant, something almost forgotten. A soft breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it a peculiar, earthy scent. It was almost like petrichor – the smell after rain – but different, drier, older. My memories of forests or greenery were few and fleeting, given my years in the Imperial Guard, but I still recalled the scent of home. It lingered in t...

The Bone King, Chapter 42

“Your Grace,” Brynden Rivers, the infamous Bloodraven, spoke in that low, rasping voice of his, eyes hooded beneath a cascade of white hair that spilled over his gaunt face. The hollowness of his cheeks, the shadow beneath his eyes, made him appear more specter than man, as though the weight of all the world’s troubles had settled on his shoulders alone. Daeron Targaryen, seated in the royal chair, couldn’t help but feel the familiar pulse of exasperation flicker within him at the sig...