Resultados para "Life" en Acción y aventura

A despondent young man gets a second chance at life in a magical world, starting over from the very beginning. Now living as Luna, an elven infant born into a loving family, she is given something she never thought she would have: a true fresh start. Luna's new life is spent discovering the...

No longer is the world of baking bound to the three traditional disciplines of Flavor, Texture, and Presentation. For the first time in the history of the Royal Academy of Magical Baking, there are four students in the second-year class, and Lyra, with the help of her professors, is pioneering a whole new discipline: Enjoyment. But not everyone in the baking community is happy about these developments....

I came to the guild to keep it from tearing the realm apart. Now I’m covered in wolf hair, running errands for meddling gods, and down one tunic, thanks to a tiger’s claws. My nerdy assistant keeps a calendar that could run an empire. The clingy wolfgirl has no concept of personal space. And the shy bunny alchemist? She’s gone maniacal, one experiment away from blowing the roof off. They’re expert hunters. It’s life in the guild that’s the real problem. Every day tests my diplomacy, my strength, and my willpower…and that last one’s running dangerously low.

Don’t start a war. Don’t get your trainees killed. And most importantly, don’t date them. Hunting monsters for coin was enough for me, until the King begged me to tame the wildest beast of all: a guild with no humans. Catgirls run the damn place. The bunny alchemist’s afraid of her students. And a wolfgirl thigh-choked me in the woods.

It seems like a lifetime ago that Thedeim was a mortal man. After a fatal accident, he was transported to a strange realm to begin again as a living low-level dungeon. But he didn't stay small for long. With a powerful will, he built his dungeon self into a force to be reckoned with, full of minions, creepy crawlies, and a hedge maze to die for. Except Thedeim isn't a place where delvers die. He's a different, friendlier kind of dungeon, which suits both him and his many allies just fine. But being a nice dungeon means taking on some not-so-nice entities.

The usual result of a human taking a runaway semitruck head-on is a very sudden, very fast track to the pearly gates. But for one newly noncorporeal man, there's another option: become a dungeon. Feeling sorry for the desperate angel assigned to him, the man relents. Heck, if it doesn't work out, he can always chat with Saint Peter about it later. Next thing you know, he's a dungeon. Admittedly, a small run-down, somewhat unimpressive dungeon (more of a house, actually), but you gotta start somewhere, right?

Life inside the Protection Zone is thrilling beyond imagination. Every day I am drowning in luxury, adventure, and more beautiful women than I can count, a dream scenario if I can stay focused. But bikini-clad distractions are everywhere, and I can feel my attention slipping. But while all the rampant hedonism is awesome, I need to focus my efforts on building new and improved weapons that we can sell for untold sums of money. Also, some of the women hadn't formally accepted my marriage proposals, so I wanted to focus on that as well.

I was having the perfect day when I suddenly found myself on the wrong side of an interdimensional portal. Instead of a weekend in wine country, I wound up in a trailer park that seemed stuck in the 1980s and filled with... goblin women? By the way, since when are goblins real? And why are the women so hot?

Life on the Trail is a breeze. With Cassie and Anya at my side, a growing arsenal of spells under my control, an established base in the grove and an RV that's well on its way to becoming a mobile fortress, I've laid the groundwork for my exploration of this strange land.

He wished for an early retirement. He got a curse to break, and a maid who watches him sleep. With his seer powers fading, Gerald left the guild and bought a cottage in a far-off town. He didn’t expect to find a demon in a maid’s dress, bound to the house and eager to please. Now his days are spent fending off her dreadful cooking, keeping the wine out of reach, and admiring how her tail lifts her skirt at the washbasin. Meanwhile, he wonders why the local lord sold him a home with sultry baggage, and how to set her free from the walls that bind her.

On the secluded continent of Edenvale, possessing magic is a death sentence. Those who have it are labeled Cursed, and by order of the king, they are Cleansed—a horrific event utilizing a hot, hungry pyre and an iron collar. Enemy to the king, a group known as the Cursed rebels defend their lands from his reach, creating an ongoing bloodthirsty war. When Sage's brother is conscripted for the war, she is forced to trade in her cozy, peaceful cottage life and join the Cursed rebels to get him back. 

After years of war, the necromancer Zaroth Karn finally lies dead at my feet, and I am one of the most powerful mages left standing. Now it’s time for peace—and to keep a promise to a fallen friend. He left me his quiet farmstead in the elven town of Aerenvale. With most men lost to the war, the women there could use a hand…or more.

Having saved Thea from being enslaved by an evil sorcerer, Clay hoped his problems were over. Yet his victory has drawn more interest, not less. As he tries to build a life with Thea and Gemma, the lovely barista who helped him save Thea, sorcerers from other worlds seek Clay’s power for themselves.

The four rules of freelance villainy are as follows: 1. Always wear a mask 2. Never hurt civilians 3. Never kill the heroes you’re paid to fight. 4. And the bad guy always loses. Victor, better known as the super villain Magneron, always played by those rules. He fought the bad fight, got beat, and got paid. And that worked well for him and the many women who loved him. What it didn't work for was the Guild of Villainous Foes, the premiere bad guy organization on the planet!

Anika DuPont just knows she's bound for stardom. As Magical Girl Understudy, she's already a big deal in her hometown, and now that she's eighteen, she's heading to Tokyexico University, where the real action is. Every superhero on Earth is jockeying for better roles in a global reality show created for the amusement of alien children, and Annie's trying to keep her secret identity hidden while she makes her way out of dead-end Little League roles.

Greedy nobles are tightening their grip on peaceful Aerenvale—taxes, bureaucracy, and a garrison to ensure we obey. No way in the Nine Hells… There is one way to stop them: claim Aerenvale as my own. To do it, I must face an ancient trial—one that judges more than strength.

For the first time in years, my staff, Ashmaker, is gathering dust. But Aerenvale has secrets of its own. Ancient machinery churns beneath the mud, and hidden tunnels hint that our quiet village was once something far older. When those buried powers begin to wake, I must protect my newfound farmstead…and the women who make it home.

With an iron collar wrapped around her throat, Sage is cut off from her powers and forced to live in Clearwell Castle, home to her enemy—the ruthless king whose bloodthirsty rule has led to the deaths of thousands of Cursed. Sage knows that if she is going to stop the persecution of the children of the Old Gods, she has to end the king's reign. Permanently.

Takumi is still trying to wrap his head around Anrinnelesse's sudden proposal when Claire finally makes up her mind to visit his room. "Ever since the day you rescued me in the forest, I…" Their relationship is taking the next step under Leo's watchful eye?! And what's this about a new fluffy addition to the family? Find out in volume 5 of this slow life adventure in another world with man's best friend!

Eizo is a middle-aged, overworked software engineer who loves cats. One night after working late, he saves an injured cat from a speeding truck. The cat survives, but Eizo does not... Luckily, that cat turns out to be a god-like being who offers him a second chance in another world! Eizo decides that he wants a slower life, one where he can live off the things he creates with his own hands. So, why not become a blacksmith? He does have one other stipulation: a cat companion for his quiet life.