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The Necromancer of Darkoveld is coming. He’s racing over the waves with a fleet of ships. Within days, everything will be burned to ashes, unless Tex can solve the puzzle of the Necromancer’s weakness. In the meantime, he’ll also have to escape the clutches of a lovesick goddess, learn how to use new magic powers, and journey to the Underworld and back.

I was a college history major just trying to graduate and live my life, but then I was kidnapped by a bunch of freaky cultists who tried to sacrifice me to their crazy moon god. Except they were the ones who ended up dying when I shifted into a killer werepanther. Now, I’ve been thrown into a secret paranormal world where my kind is the apex predator. I’m the most-wanted shifter in the entire world, and I’m going to have to fight tooth and claw to survive and mate.

So, yes, I've established myself as a half-dragon superhero/celebrity in a weird space fantasy metropolis. And yes, in doing so I inadvertently attracted a harem of gorgeous monster girls. And, true, I seem to be the luckiest guy in the universe for many reasons...but...well...what was I saying again?

From a childhood as an abandoned orphan to life as one of the city’s most skilled burglars, master thief Rafiq has long lived high off the wealth of Avanasia - its trade, its jewels, and its women. The vaults of Avanasia's merchants are as open to him as the legs of its most beautiful courtesans. For in Avanasia, there is but one paramount truth: There are those who have and those who take. And Rafiq is one of the latter.

Claiming the solar dragon’s hoard was only the first step. It’s time for the Dream Girls and me to make our own “happily-ever-after,” but there’s still much to do. If the gods are absent from Meteoropolis, then I’ll play God in the meantime. I’ll fix this city with my cosmically vast array of solar dragon powers and banish the Void Cartel once and for all with the help of my friends and allies. I’ll use the secrets that my sister taught me to find ‘the Elloway’ and guide him home.

A newcomer hath arrived from the faraway land of ‘New Jersey’ to our noble kingdom of Lupercalia. Hank Baker, chosen by the Moon Goddess Herself to serve as Her knight champion! Transported here across vast distances by Her blessing, Hank, alone among red-blooded commoners, possesses the gift of were-shifting to battle the endless hordes of monsters, recover the lost treasures of the realm, and bed the most comely womenfolk.

When I got the call that my estranged grandfather had passed away and left me his trailer and a plot of land, I was just excited to own a little property and save some money by not having to pay rent. Then I found a strange cave in my backyard. It wasn’t a sinkhole, or a bunker, or a mineshaft….

I was just an anonymous clerk who got murdered by a disgruntled customer one day. With no explanation, I found myself trapped in a huge three-dimensional death game. Me and my team of hot girls survived only to discover that we were tools in a dark scheme to decipher some mysterious alien technology. Now we’ve been shoved into a new but equally deadly game, competing against the smartest, strongest, and most skilled teams drawn from a hundred Earth timelines. We don’t stand a chance. But I’m going to get us through this anyway.

Life in Meteoropolis is as eventful as usual. Whether it's Blossom the Flower Sprite campaigning to get the Nightmare Girls to join our Streamer House, the failures of the Brock Point System causing humorous drama, or multiple Dream Girls about to give birth, well, I've had my draconic hands full. But none of that scares me now that the Void Cartel is a thing of the past.

Exiled to another world, Marvin has carved out a place on it for himself and his mates. A visit from an otherworldly being puts his new and old planet in jeopardy. Marvin must use his connections and abilities to prevent his world from being consumed.

Annowan might have finally joined my family, but our marriage doesn’t mean we can afford to slack off! My wives and I are on the trail of another of the Bitch Goddess’s missing generals. Our quest brings us to a desolate, cursed region, where we’ll have to contend with clockwork horrors, undead hordes, and my demonic grandmother-in-law. Things might look rough, but I swore to rescue my sweetheart from the Bitch’s clutches, and nothing will get in my way!

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’ 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 different from what I had thought.

Lance was living a rather boring life as an office worker. That is, until he suffered a fiery death. Now he's been reborn as a combat mage, a versatile spellcaster from a dying sect of mighty warriors. With his new dragonblood abilities and the help of a brash augmenter, a beautiful arcane weaver and a deadly swordswoman, Lance will have to survive the land of Oracle, a world where power is manifested from the blood of gods...that, or die trying.

After spending some time in the realm of Oracle, Lance has started to grow accustomed to his life as a combat mage. Arcwind village has fallen under his protection, his dragonblood abilities continue to evolve, and his budding relationships with the three beautiful arcanists at his side continue to blossom. He has become a living weapon, and even the threat of the mighty Kel’sar clan aren’t enough to shake his draconic confidence. But Lance has a problem.

After being sucked through a dark and mysterious portal while walking his dog, Jerry finds himself in a magical duel to the death. With the help of an ancient and unknowable force, Jerry finds a way to interact with the magic of the new world as if it were a game. Using this new power, he sets out to save as many fellow abductees as possible before they are murdered by this new world’s vicious inhabitants. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting at this particular desk. However, what I do know is that my boredom is about to come to an end.

Have you ever had a bad day? Sergeant Paul Mitchell had. It was the kind of bad day where nothing went right, everything that could go wrong went wrong, and everyone died. He knew that was always a possibility in the marines, but it really sucked when it happened to you: it wasn't your fault, and you still took the fall for everything. With his career dead and buried, he's forced to make it as a freelancer; a jack of all trades but a master of none. Just when he thought life couldn't get any worse a couple of stupid kids proved him wrong...again.

Lilith, Empress of Demons, has charged me with defeating the Bitch Goddess's remaining generals. My quest will take me beyond the burning sands of the Endless Dunes to the frozen, cursed reaches of the Coldspite Basin.

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.

I understood I was an outcast, an introverted gamer nerd with a system of avoiding anything that breathed. But that was because I had a pretty horrid past, one involving wolves ripping through my parents at the dinner table when I was four. Much like what is happening right now… As I said, I have minimal experience socializing with people. But when a bunch of guys from school randomly decide to chase me down park lines and turn into a pack of wolves, I start to think that maybe my social skills aren’t the problem.

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.