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I will rebuild Zenith Academy… over my dead body? With a weakened mind stone, a crumbling fortress, and a city full of wary civilians, I have been thrust into the role of Acting Headmaster. Alongside Chloe, Mabel, and Skadi, and with the dangerously unstable support of the elemental goddess...

I've spent my life as a mercenary, a survivor, and a weapon for people with titles. Now, I'm just a man trying to hold onto a castle. Quite a shift, I know. Montebello was supposed to be the end of the road. A chance to stop running and start building. But the world doesn't care about retirement...

Asher Corvin was a bouncer at the Dreamweaver, a man whose only job was keeping the trash away from the girls on stage. It was a simple gig until a pair of Wretched tore through the front doors and started killing everyone in the building. Including him. But death was just the start of a long contract negotiation. Now bound to the Demon Lord Maz’Goloth and reborn as a Hell Hunter of the Fifth Circle, Asher is back and thrust into a silent war between Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. There are no heroes, and there is no good or bad. All sides suck.

Silas Stone is the lead singer of Blood & Honey, a man who lives for the roar of the crowd and the heat of the stage. As the front man of a duo rock-act in the city of Chi-Tek, alongside childhood friend Ruby Martin, his magic is mostly a gimmick. A way to flash some lightning and keep the groupies coming. It’s a simple life until the portals return and monsters tear through the stadium, turning a sold-out show into a bloodbath and feeding ground. In the middle of the chaos, Silas discovers he is more than just a well-trained combat mage. He is a descendant of the Raiju.

Stoke the fire and hold the line. No retreat, no surrender.We punched the Syndicate on the nose, and now they’ve come for our House.The Smiling Man has returned, and this time he’s brought a war. But in Pant-y-Giggles, we know how to fight fire with… well, largely banter and beer. But this...

Betrayed and left for dead by a group of slaving nobles, he thought there was nothing left but to bleed out as he counted the number of bricks on the ceiling. But fate had other plans.

Founder. Leader. King. In the shadow of the Ancients, those are titles Alaric Luckstar never thought he’d earn. He survived the horrors of Argonne and secured the prize he was promised. But in a world where the powerful don't like to lose their best pawns, "freedom" has turned into a target on his back. As Alnda fractures under the weight of a holy war and old debts come due, Alaric is no longer just fighting for a seat at the table—he’s building a new one. With CD’s tactical genius and his crew of brilliant, dangerous women, Alaric must lead a desperate exodus into the heart of Chic-A-Go.

With the noble clans destroyed and the city lord missing, things were finally looking up for us. Or so I thought until the emperor's hunters starting poking around to see what had happened to the city and the surrounding crystal-rich deposits. Not someone to back away from a fight, we answered in turn by...taking care of the issue.

I survived a near-death battlefield head injury just to get thrown right back into the meatgrinder. My friends and I survived brigands, beasts, scheming nobles, a rigged tribunal, and oh, more beast! But it wasn’t all bad. My bond with ether helped put part of my fractured mind back together. What did I see? Glimpses of a life lost. A woman I’d failed. But also...a rift forming from the ether convergence. You see, I was there when the collapse started, even though I couldn’t remember.

Ein Mann und ein Mimic, gefangen in einem Kampf zwischen Göttern... Wir haben eine vereinte Streitmacht aus Monstern und Abenteurern zusammengestellt und wissen nun, wo sich das Übel dieser neuen Welt verbirgt. Während wir uns auf den Weg machen, um das drohende Unheil abzuwenden, verbreiten die System-Hirten unsere Erkenntnisse, um den abtrünnigen Kalamitäten Einhalt zu gebieten. Chester hat so viele neue Verwandlungsfähigkeiten entwickelt, dass er sich von einer Ein-Mimic-Armee zu einer Ein-Mimic-Armada gewandelt hat. Doch das reicht immer noch nicht aus.

Asher Corvin is starting to realize that being a manager for Hell is a lot more about others and much less about his own wants. To save a new ally from an impossible curse, he takes a brand to the neck that turns himself into a beacon for every Wretched in Shediff City. From the tunnels beneath to the guarded resort of the Wiccans, Asher is hunting for answers about a new faction that uses humans, hunters, and guardians alike as sacrifices.

Sergeant Richard Stavos ist bereits einmal auf einem weit entfernten Planeten namens Pelerin gestorben. Er hat sich seinen Platz im Rebirther-Programm verdient und wurde zurückgebracht – geklont, wieder in den Dienst gestellt und erneut dem Tod geweiht. Die Lazarus-Krankheit, die nur Rebirther befällt, frisst sich in seine Lungen und verwandelt sein Blut in Brei.

Is this the story of how I died? No. Actually, it is the story of my rebirth. Long story short, I was betrayed by the people I thought I could trust. They invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. The emperor, fearful of my amassed power, killed my guards and destroyed me. Mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back in the body of a dying prisoner. I don’t know how or why. But I can tell you this much. Now that I’m back, I have revenge in mind.

Greystone is nothing but a painful memory. Yet Tan'Malas, the Dark God, has found footing in this strange new land just as we did. Establishing a home with enemies on all sides is no easy task, yet there is no turning back. This time we will fight the Dark God head-on and make sure no one takes our home away from us again. The Order, a fanatical faction devoted to Tan'Malas, rules these lands with an iron fist. We will use them as a stepping stone and make sure that the people have a choice in who they worship and support.

Greystone's arcane dome shimmers under the barrage of spells. The walls are manned, and the Valtorian host has come. As we await the final battle, the forces of Tan'Malas spread their corruption through both camps. The war threatens to consume everything we've worked for and take from me all those I care about. I learned the hard way how easy it is to lose everyone and everything. I will not let that happen again. To me, my girls and my friends are more important than all of Greystone and Valtoria combined.

After having kept my hands to myself for years, It's time to enjoy myself a bit as well with an enemy-turned-ally magician who is as smart as she is beautiful, a bar owner who can equally hold herself in a fight as much as with liquor, and the only other survivor other than myself, a golden-haired healer who's even more damaged than I am. Change looms behind Greystone's colossal walls as guilds vanish, arena fighters wind up dead, and whispers of a great war permeate the streets. My name is Cade, a man driven by vengeance, and I am going to bring it all down!

I was the Ashlord—a primordial, an apex predator amongst beasts, commanding legions. I fell, despite my power, although not due to the strength of my enemies...but the betrayal of my own kind. A voice whispered to me as I lay dying on the cold ground, promising rebirth and revenge. Accepting...

Silas turned the fight against Burton Brightfeather into a spectacle and a massacre. But by killing the Brightfeather heir, he doomed both himself and the girls. Their only way out of the mess? To take Ruby, Lyla, and KK through the portal floating above Chi-Tek before their enemies can capture them. What waits on the other side of the portal is nothing like Silas expected. Instead of a primitive world, they find a high-tech society ruled by Mechatronicus the Annihilator—an old acquaintance of Tempest, the Raiju bound within Silas.

The Hive Mind is evolving. So are Ash and Roq. Ash and Roq have carved out a name for themselves by helping to defend their home and the people of Dawnwatch. They’ve created a party strong enough to survive whatever Riftside throws at them and built a home worth fighting for. It might be safe for now, but beyond the rift, the Hive Mind prepares to win the war at any cost.

Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts. I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps. It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.