horus heresy

This story is about a man who rejected all that is holy, falling into blasphemy and heresy.

In an age when maps can conquer more than armies, Elena Valenti learns to draw the world in secret. Born in sixteenth-century Venice to the royal cartographer of the Portuguese crown, she grows up among compasses and parchment — tools that decide the fates of nations. But Elena’s gift is more dangerous than her father ever imagined: she alters the maps that feed empires, hiding villages, sacred sites, and entire peoples from the greedy eyes of kings. When her deception is exposed, Elena’s world collapses. Her father is executed for treason, imperial fleets are dispatched to hunt her down, and the cartographers she once idolized become her fiercest enemies. Armed with nothing but ink, stolen charts, and a secret atlas written in codes no conqueror can read, she flees across oceans — pursued by soldiers, spies, and rival mapmakers who would kill for the knowledge she carries. From the markets of Lisbon to the gold-dusted cities of West Africa, from the palaces of Mughal India to the misty peaks of the Andes, Elena’s journey becomes more than a flight for survival. It is a mission to rewrite the world itself. Along the way, she forges unlikely alliances — a priestess who encodes landscapes into song, a ronin who reads the sea like scripture, a rebel princess who believes maps are prisons. Each teaches her a truth the empires fear: that land does not belong to those who claim it, but to those who remember it. But as the hunt closes in and a single map — older than any empire — threatens to upend the order of the world, Elena must face an impossible choice. To protect what she loves, she may have to destroy everything she once believed about truth, power, and the very shape of the Earth. Sweeping from Renaissance Europe to the uncharted edges of the known world, The Cartographer’s Heresy is a story of courage and betrayal, ink and blood, and a young woman who turns cartography into rebellion. It is about how maps do more than chart the world — they define it — and how one woman dares to redraw its lines.

In an age when the battle-scarred remnants of history gradually turn to cold dust, I open the ancient texts that record the Outer Gods—blasphemous, maddening, delirious words like the ravings of a lunatic—and within my clouded gaze, my fate begins to emerge. War will descend upon the world once more. Kingdoms and races shall be overturned and reborn in blood and fire. All living beings will wail for their suffering and fate, and the war shall never end. Beneath the flames of faith and profit, no one is innocent, and no one will be spared. Listen closely, Jeanne. Beneath my feet lie two paths. On one, I shall abandon reason and follow your justice, offering my soul, for I have become your knight. On the other, I shall curse all things with the madness and hatred of the Outer Gods. The flame shall be extinguished, life shall no longer shine, and all shall drift toward the end in ruin—for I was once a black sorcerer, a madman who communed with beings beyond...

On the island of Dromo, faith is law. The Valval Priesthood rules not through armies, but through a power that seeps into every breath, every thought: a power called the Light. To doubt it is to vanish. Aros, a former revolutionary, knows this better than anyone. When he finds a young girl named Gemma, a child who can hear the same divine frequency that the Priesthood wields, he realizes she may be the key to understanding the true nature of their godlike power. But Gemma is no savior. Her gift burns her from within, and the Light seems to whisper her name. As they flee through the shadowed alleys of Dromo and into the arms of the rebel order known as the Knights of Light, Aros must confront what he once believed unshakable: that resistance can exist without faith, and that power disguised as holiness can corrupt even those who fight it. Feel free to look for new chapters in my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cw/Faser519

‘’When mortals die, their grievances and unwillingness are the last thing that linger. Their souls will then go to the vast sky and become the stars that guide those they left behind through the darkness of the night.” Said the woman to the child on her lap. She and the child were gazing at the endless night, the cold wind caressing their skin. “But mother” the child looked at the woman embracing her “what about father’s kind? Would they also be stars when they die? How about you?” The woman smiled then gently tousling the girl’s hair “You know xiao yue, not all existence are the same. There are certain kinds who does not belong here but somewhere else. But no matter where or what, always remember, me and your father will always be by your side.” the woman stared the girl’s eyes gently conveying her utmost love and tenderness, she then lifted her finger and pointed towards the little girl’s heart “we will always be right here. When the time comes when me and your father are to leave this world, just look down in your heart and we will be there.” --- --- In the dark era where light and dark intersect, gods and vampires coexist and were said to be the strongest opposing deities of heaven and earth. Both the light and darkness live in harmony but in places not seen by all,fights ensue for the sake of getting the supreme title as the strongest race in all realms. This era birthed a heresy that was bound to be condemned by all of the races. A half blood; Half goddess and half vampire. She is an unknown that poses a great threat as she is the greatest variable of uncertainty. A taint to the pure bloodlines of the dark and the light. Besieged by forces, Ying Yue lost her parents and had to survive drifting off through time. Witnessing countless births of new era, using countless identities every 100 years. On the 25th Century where mankind welcomed the interstellar world, Ying Yue was plotted and was sent to her demise. Those emotions she bottled up poured out and in the midst of this painful tragedy, she encountered enlightenment. Would this enlightenment be enough for her to correct all repercussions she left behind and help her achieve her heart’s desire? Would she be able to remember those important memories she forgot? She very much hope so…. ************************************************** Author sama: I will try my best to update at least 2 to 3 chapters every Wednesday and Friday. :) But of course if I had enough time, I might probably upload on the other days too. Also, this world is purely fictional. All names I have in this book were picked from our uncle Google and they don't describe or portray real people outside this book... so if any of these bother you I apologize in advance. *** there will be smut chapters in this book which will be locked to give you the right to decide if you want to read the detailed one or the fade to black. Reading the book just as it is will not affect your reading. I just wanted to add the detailed one for my own fun and readers like me of course. Happy Reading

Note: I will be posting on R.R. from now on under StolenPasta. It's about a guy who's most certainly a heretic but likes to believe he's not. Like we all do. Of course, being a villain, he will have to face many heroes who are on their own journey of justice. Doing the deeds of villains, he places his own strange lens of justice over it, all the while, being an absolute sped. How will Jeffrey fare against the might of the 'good'? ______________ "You tryin' ta shill me heresy?" "Ye- I mean yesn't," That's absurd why would I shill heresy? I'm not a heretic godsdamnit! Framed as a heretic, the whole realm's out to get me! In a realm of heretics and apostles alike, what to do? Well, I'm not sure of that myself. Though I have a feeling joining a cult may not be the best action... "No way. Are we being clapped by the power of friendship?" "Indeed we are," Shite. PS, the image ain't mine.

The aftermath of the Horus heresy Where Horus has emerged victorious

When Roedrich Johannes Faust, a centuries-old sorcerer who had mastered the forbidden Chronos Mind, faced his final battle against the Truthful Alliance, he made a desperate decision that hurled him back into the past. Now trapped in his fourteen-year-old body, with all his memories intact but his magical abilities shattered, Roedrich finds himself once again in his childhood home, surrounded by the family he loves. A family he knows will be destroyed by the choices he is destined to make.

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!