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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.

One goblin's wit may prove just as sharp—and dangerous—as his teeth in this rollicking LitRPG tale of mud, blood, and battles galore. Aside from regenerating teeth and enhanced night vision, newborn runt-of-the-goblin-litter Daggat didn't have much going for him. Until, that is, the spin of...

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.

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.

When Darran takes his students on a winter hunt, the last thing he expects to find is a talking draken. It should have been a simple quest, but smart beasts know exactly how to get under your skin. Loyalties bend. Temptations rise. And the line between master and trainee begins to blur. As if that weren't enough, a letter from the desert speaks of a godlike beast stirring in the east, the same desert he once called home. But before he can face that, Darran must confront the monsters in his quarters...and the one in the forest, purring his name.

Retired demon hunter. Chaotic demon girls. One very angry father coming to fix everything. Gerald finally has the quiet life he desperately needed, living in a countryside cottage with a succubus maid and an imp cook. Then goblins start swarming. A forest dryad begins hunting villagers with her monster army. And a letter arrives from the worst threat of all: His father. Guildmaster of the Seers. Legendary demon slayer. And absolutely not prepared to discover his son is happily living with the very creatures he was trained to kill.

Each day we saw the outside world in all its splendour, and each day that view served as a reminder that we had wasted and ruined our lives. Jim Quillen, AZ586 - a runaway, problem child and petty thief - was jailed several times before his twentieth birthday. In August 1942, after escaping from...

Once a demon killer, now he brings them home. Gerald just wanted a quiet retirement—steady coin from the occasional monster hunt, a warm tavern at night, and maybe someone else to handle the chores. Instead, his old job keeps biting him in the backside. Sometimes literally. His red-skinned maniac of a maid can't clean to save her life. At least a foul-mouthed imp cook makes up for it with her incredible cooking. But that's the easy part. This peaceful little village is crawling with secrets—shady innkeepers, bad contracts, and far too many demons slipping through the cracks.

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.

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.