female primarch fanfiction

Nareth was chosen by the Sefirot "Kingdom of Disorder," altering his fate from the gestation pod and giving the Chaos Gods a little shock. During the Great Crusade, he expanded the empire's borders. In the Horus Heresy, he slew the traitorous Primarchs. After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, as the only remaining Primarch, he became the one to put out fires across the galaxy. In the War of the Beast, he struck down the Beast. In the Eternal War, he made traitors tremble in fear. All praise his loyalty—but was that the whole truth? "Actually, I was just in it for the benefits. "What? You didn’t notice? With the potion ingredients, I could nurture Beyonders. "Belisarius Cawl was my ‘enlightener’..." "I am the shadow of order, finding every exploitable loophole in the rules." He is the Black Emperor, the one who dictates the laws. He forges a new empire and carves out a future for humanity, drowning in darkness and despair!

For millennia, humanity has wandered in ignorance and darkness, waging war across the stars. Countless warriors have fought and died, their sacrifices lost to the void. But now, a forgotten legend stirs once more. The Primarch of the Second Legion, erased from history and sealed within a forgotten temple, has awakened. Yet, he is no longer the same—his soul now belongs to a man reborn from Earth, inheriting the power and fate of a Primarch in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium. With the roar of humanity rising once more, the Imperium shall know war like never before. Betrayers will be purged. Aliens will be eradicated. The weak shall kneel before the might of the Imperium. The Second Primarch has returned—and this time, history will not forget him. ==== Support the translation & get advanced chapters! Join my Patreon! patreon.com/LordMerlin ==== Note: This is a translated work. All rights belong to the original creator.

In an alternate timeline of Warhammer 30k, the Emperor of Mankind discovers the Independence Cluster, a group of technologically advanced worlds that have preserved Dark Age of Technology knowledge. Here, He encounters His first found Primarch, Franklin Valorian, known as the Symbol of Liberty. The charismatic and humorous Valorian, standing 15 feet tall, meets the Emperor with a mix of curiosity and irreverence. Unlike others, Valorian sees the Emperor as a powerful but regular man with a greater purpose, akin to a superhero.

From Warhammer 30K: Flesh Ascendant [“When a 40k fan from the 21st century awakens as the Eleventh Primarch, evolution itself becomes the Imperium’s last weapon against the gods.”] Under the lure of the Four Ruinous Powers, the Empire fractures from within. The Horus Heresy looms, and the fate of Mankind drifts toward despair. Yet all is not lost. A soul from the 21st century awakens within the Eleventh Primarch. His name: Francis Crick. Armed with radical intellect and a body sculpted by evolution itself, he shall preserve the Imperium— and lead it into a new era. What others think of him: The Emperor: “...Annoyance.” Constantine Valdor: “He is everything that stands against my master’s design. And he is a vengeful bastard.” Leman Russ: “I hope Father doesn’t hear what he’s saying.” Horus: “I... trusted... him.” Fulgrim: “A shame. He is not with us.” Angron: “He... is... my brother.” Perturabo: “He is unexpected.” Ferrus Manus: “I... quite like him.” Sanguinius: “He is a little different—but my patron.” Lion El’Jonson: “He speaks truth.” Guilliman: "Sometimes, I can't tell whether he is jesting or saying most traitorus thing in Imperium." Alpharius: “He is unpredictable.” Alpharius Omegon: “...” Mortarion: "That cunning decieving Bastard" The Adeptus Custodes: “He dabbles in xeno-technocraft. Were it not for the Emperor’s word, our spears would have already found his heart.” Others: “...No comment.” What the Dark Gods say: Tzeentch, the Lord of Change: “He was not in my design.” Khorne, the Blood God: “Why does he not even acknowledge me?” Nurgle, the Lord of Decay: “How admirable... he drinks all that I pour forth.” Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess: “I cannot bear the sight of him...” Confronted by horrors beyond mortal comprehension, Francis Crick speaks but a single line: “Is this all you have to offer?” _______________ [RAW: 从战锤30K开始血肉飞升] __________________ #Warhammer30K #Action #Military #SciFi #WarAndStrategy #Grimdark #Psychological #ScienceFantasy #CosmicHorror #Reincarnation #LostPrimarch #GeneEvolution #Bioengineering #Transhumanism #Fleshcraft #ForbiddenScience #TechnologicalAscension #XenoTechnology #BiologicalAscension #PrimarchPhysiology #ChaosGods #Daemons #BeginningOf-HeresyEra #ImperiumOfMan #WarpCorruption #ForbiddenKnowledge #SecretProjects #AlternatePrimarch #ManVsChaos #RiseOfNewImperium#Deceptive #VengefulProtagonist #Prankster #Ragebaiter #Antihero #CunningStrategist #Brotherhood #MorallyGray #QuirkyScientist #ManipulativeButLoyal #RebellionAgainstFate #ScienceVsFaith #BrotherhoodThroughConflict #QuestioningDivinity #EvolutionOfHumanity #OrderThroughMutation #AlternateHistory #WarhammerFanfiction #LostLegion #SmartMC #GalaxySpanningWar

Warhammer: My Primarch Is Remi

[Time Travel + Single-Player Mode + Warhammer Family Fun] Yuki never imagined she’d be this unlucky in her entire life. Not only had she transmigrated into another world—but her personality had completely flipped, too. And to top it all off? She’d landed right in the middle of Warhammer 40,000. Wait… Primarch Zero? …Me?! From somewhere nearby, a deep, exasperated voice boomed: “Makari! If you keep spoiling her like this, she’ll grow utterly insubordinate.” Makari chuckled, ruffling Yuki’s hair with unrepentant fondness. “Don’t worry, my Lord. Yuki’s a good kid.” Visit patreon.com/ShiroTL for more chapters.

After dying on Earth, his soul is violently yanked across the veil by a golden-haired goddess who calls herself the Emperor of Mankind. He awakens in a new body — as her son, the twenty-first Primarch, and the only male heir in a universe of demigods. Now he’s forced to lead her endless crusades across the galaxy, conquering worlds in the name of humanity while trying to manage twenty deeply troubled Primarch sisters who have finally been recovered. Each one carries massive psychological scars, dangerous powers, and their own messy baggage — from the stoic but broken Lioness to the ever-scheming Magnus, the rage-filled Angron, the treacherous Horus, and the rest of the sorority of superhuman women. And that’s not even the worst part. The four Chaos Gods of the Warp — those immortal predators — have set their sights on him personally. They won’t stop watching, whispering, and trying to claim the only male Primarch for themselves. War, family drama, galactic conquest, and constant temptation from the Ruinous Powers. Welcome to the grim darkness of the 41st millennium… with a very dysfunctional family. Note : This is a fanwork. patreon.com/arthursink

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21 children created through powerful genetic manipulation and the use of the Warp. Due to an incursion, each of the children were sent out into space for their safety but due to the interference of the Chaos Gods, they were scattered across the Galaxy. Each child was sent to a different world where they had different. Some were slaves, some were abandoned in the wild, some were messiahs. But no matter where they went, each would rise to the highest position they could. This is the story of the 2nd Child, son of the Emperor. He was given the name Baldur by the ones who found him and he would do the same as his brothers.  He would rise above those on Feluc to become the greatest before meeting his true father and leading his sons into battle. Over the years, he would gain many titles and epithets.  The Tundra Prince, The High Imperial Knight, Lord 2nd, The Grand Knight, The Savior of Ryza, The True Heir.  But the two that would all would know him by were the 2nd Primarch and Primarch of the Grey Knights.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"