Resultados narrador por "Robert Bradvica" en Todas las categorias

Discovering that the system responsible for raising my stats might actually be "aware" left me speechless. Literally, since I was temporarily hit with a "Stroke Ailment" to shut me up. However, that just raised more questions and concerns, especially now that it was the clear this mysterious force wielded significantly more power over my life than I ever imagined.

Michael wakes up to find himself completely alone in a dark forest, the corpse of a deer his only company. The dread in his heart tells him that something horrible has happened, but he can’t recall what. He doesn’t remember where he is, who he is, or even what he is. And to make the situation worse, he keeps hearing voices in his head, like whispers of long-lost memories haunting him.

Waking up to discover the apocalypse had begun, and to find that I was no longer human, was not how I thought my day would go. But then again, I supposed I was thankful to just have another day to begin with, considering I’d apparently been a mindless monster for the last several months. The city was a mess, with many buildings destroyed by massive black towers that rose into the sky like enormous thorns. And yet, despite all this, I was about to discover that the monsters and bizarre landscape weren’t the strangest things about the apocalypse.

The problem is, the object of his sudden infatuation isn’t exactly normal. She has horns, wings, and a tail...and to complicate matters, she might have a fatal interest in Michael derived from her need for human blood. Will his newfound love interest lead to his untimely death? Or can he find a way to make it work out between him and his demon girlfriend?

Credited with successfully stopping a terror threat in 2017, FBI staffer Ben Porter has been promoted to Special Agent. But, within days of receiving his credentials and weapon, the tables are turned, and Ben finds himself - and his family - as a target. Ben must overcome his inexperienced biases to understand the motivation of his foes, in order to not only secure his own safety, but also to intercept a nefarious, invisible, and unprecedented new weapon of terror.

I’m a murderer, a hired killer, an assassin with unheard of magic. I never asked to be a hero, but if I don’t stop this titan from destroying the kingdom, he will kill me, my family of assassins, and the two beautiful women that I love. So, it is a hero I will become.

Once I was a mortal man living on Earth, but now, I’m the Tempest Demon known as Atticus, and I have served the Dark King for eons as he wages endless war across the realms. Until today, when I finally ripped myself free from the Dark King’s shackles. The demons want me back. The heavens want me destroyed.

I used to be a computer programmer...I think. But then I woke up in a strange new world as a...god? Part of me thinks this is some ultra-realistic VR game, but things just seem and feel too real. Especially the three beautiful priestesses, who have traveled from afar just to worship and love me.

On the morning of July 12, 2017, the FBI Boston field office receives what appears to be a hoax call: a man rescued from the waters off Massachusetts has claimed that his sailboat was hijacked and used to smuggle weapons and terrorists into the United States. With local agents tasked to prepare for an evening presidential visit to downtown Boston, and with procedures requiring a response to any threat, can Ben, untrained in field work and relying only on his wits and intuition, uncover the deadly plot...in time to stop it?

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess's love. For me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord.

My name is Mal, and ever since I was a boy I've been treated as a malcontent because of my ability to see magic. For everyone else, magic is proof of the Goddess's love. To me, it is just a colorful spread of enchantments, cantrips, blessings, and hexes. And any spell I can see, I can break. I had always expected to grow up to be a ditch-digger. Instead, I was dubbed a hero. Heroes are sent out in the wasteland, to slay monsters and to challenge the Demon Lord. It's a suicide mission. But once I was exiled, I found that the outside world was drastically different than I had thought.