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Crafting the first-ever Mythic-Grade piece of equipment should have made Sal a Legend. Instead, it might end up getting him killed. That's what happens when you use the most coveted demonic material known to man… to build an attack drone. Secrets are piling up, and Sal is tired of hiding his abilities. If he wants to live without fear, individual power won't be enough. It's time to establish the guild. Sal has the headquarters and the funds. All he needs are the right people to bring them up the rankings.

Her past—a single nightmare. A look into her future shows: it could be even worse. She does everything she can to change it. The prince has lost his father, his home castle, and his land. He is rich only in enemies. King Schohtar's superior force storms the last wall. No artifact and no magic will help against it this time.

She is abandoned by all evil spirits. Instead of cutting the prince's throat, she simply let him go. Now she is supposed to bend the knee before King Tedore in the throne room. Not with her. Never. Better to kill standing than to live kneeling. The swordmaster is in the late autumn of his life, far from home, fleeing from his guilt. A deceased son, a lost daughter, a forfeited title. What remains is to sit on the beach and count the waves. Then the old swordmaster rises and sets out on his last great journey.

For 130 years, Kreig Wiedermann has fought: first, as a teenage recruit for the Holy Order; then, as a soldier for the Empire; and most recently, as an immortal godlike warrior devoted only to avenging himself. The lust of combat is all he knows—until a portal opens on the battlefield and brings him back to the world from which he came. Despite the decades Kreig has survived in the Otherworld, only ten short years have passed on Earth, which means the life he considered lost forever might still be waiting for him. But rejoining humankind won’t be easy.

For nearly all of my life, I trained to become a master assassin, but at the height of my career, it all fell apart. I was betrayed, ambushed, and left bleeding out on the streets of London. Just before my death, though, I was offered a choice: Stay and let my life come to a swift and brutal end, or become the personal assassin of a god in another world. It wasn't a hard decision. But this new world isn’t like the one I left.

On a snowy New Year's Eve, Fennrick negotiates one last hurrah in a seedy internet cafe, but at the stroke of midnight, he receives a tantalizing invitation: "You have been invited to join the Tutorial." And when presented with the available difficulty levels, he makes the obvious choice: Hell. Soon, Fennrick finds himself in frenzied, violent combat, and it's a toss-up as to which he'll lose first: his life or what little sanity he has left. With his criminal record, estranged family, and nonexistent future, he's ready to accept death.

With Brexley on the run and Istvan rebuilding his power in the safety of Ivanenko’s territory, those who have escaped the prison are dealing with the bloody aftermath and trying to regain any hold they can on Budapest. But in Markos’s absence, Sonya makes a claim for the throne and takes control of the city.

Rob was a police officer in sunny California. He was tired of dealing with trust fund babies and kids with more money than common sense. When he learns that his life would come to an end in six hours but a beautiful goddess gives him the chance to live out the rest of his life in another universe where time works differently he jumps at it. Now he finds himself as a lawman in a frontier town full of beastkin, elves, and orcs.

Alaska is my kingdom, and as President of the Kings of Anarchy, I keep control of my men and secrets that could tear our lives apart. Life here is simple—no one asks questions, and I don't offer answers. But when I find Hannah stranded and out of her depth, everything shifts. She doesn't belong in my world, yet I can't stop thinking about her.

Reincarnated as the War God—he has a lot to learn to live up to that title. His power is only as good as the skill he possesses to wield it. But there is a reason the former War God fell. He can only dare to imagine what foes lie in wait. He will have to build a team out of a former shield maiden, an elven sorceress intent on hiding her power, a beautiful lycan who doesn't trust anyone and a mortal-hating fire celestial. What could be hard about that?

The crow hissed: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cut your throat here and now. One single damn reason." The prince froze with fear and said nothing. At last, his behavior was logical. His facial features had lost any order. Shivering, he closed his eyes in expectation of certain death. But then there was a whispering. "Could there be three reasons maybe?" She suppressed the reflex to laugh—she hadn’t laughed aloud for years and was not sure if the muscles needed were even still functioning.

Marooned in a strange land. Rescued by a sexy wood elf and her forest friends. Wes has a perilous journey in front of him to reclaim his home, his honor, and his future. In a world where political corruption is rife and there are dangers in every direction, the wood elf and her friends might not be what Wes was looking for, but they might be just what he needs.

Every victory, even the smallest, comes at a price. The enemy may be gone, but far more dangerous foes are already stirring in the shadows, preparing to strike. At the same time, the tide of evil monsters pouring through the Breaches does not just continue—it surges, growing stronger by the day. And the cause, it seems, lies with those who, for reasons unknown, persist in using nithstangs: cursed artifacts of ancient origin that bring harm not only to ordinary citizens but to seasoned Magisters as well.

Five milksops sticking to her heels like horse manure. On a ship with a captain who cannot be trusted. On a voyage into the heart of enemy territory, teeming with cutthroats. In search of a lost legend that could vanish into thin air like a camel fart. Time is crying out for change. A mysterious parchment finally leads Karek and his companions to their destination. But what they find there knows no laws, no faith, no mercy.

The murderess crow longs to return to freedom and independence. But the shadows of the past, the encounters of the present, and the tasks of the future are deadlier than ever. Not only an old enemy, a little girl and a whole nation drain her strength... At Castle Cragwater, Karek finds no peace. The king is fighting a deadly disease, the smoldering civil war and the unrest at court are hardly controllable, and then his comrades also make a terrible discovery.

The Swordmaster's hand clenches into a fist. Before going to war, the five friends seek the magic spear. Without warning, the small and the inconspicuous are faced with almost impossible tasks.

Change is life. Consistency is a lie. Control is an illusion. Those are the words which greeted Tim upon his arrival in this new world which has become his home. They are the mantra that he has been forced to live. But are they true? Is there room for him to nudge his reality in the direction he wants to go? If he has to change so be it. He’ll ride the waves and make it work for him. This time he is determined to become Unstoppable.

Taken from life as an office drone by a trickster god, Tim finds himself in the magical world of Iocusinte, where change is his only constant. It grants him great potential, enough to be sought out by different factions looking to use him for their own ends. That potential, however, is mercurial. His Class and very appearance shift at random. If Tim is to survive long enough to enjoy this new world and the friends he's making, then he'll have to solve the riddle of his nature and learn to master the uncontrollable.

After he was killed and unceremoniously dumped into what he thought was a digital world, life has thrown Frank one curve after another. Now, he is starting to have questions about what is real and what isn't. He will have to walk his way between the worlds of adventurers and monsters, both of whom want things from him. His feelings run amok as he tries to figure out what hybrid intelligences dream about. Hopefully, along the way he can figure out what is happening, and learn to resist integration into the system by a mysterious AI (...which may not even be an AI at all).

After a bait and switch, Frank ends up transformed into an HI. That's a hybrid intelligence: part AI, part organic. He finds himself at the mercy of the system fulfilling the role of an ogre shaman meant to create fun opportunities for the purely organic players. Except not everything is what it seems to be. The very system may not be what he thinks it is. Breaches into the game world prove there are other forces at work. This game may be more of an isekai.