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Only a few days ago, I was transported from Los Angeles to a fantasy world teeming with super-powered female soldiers who can command the magic of their bonded dragons. Except the dragons are dying out. And I’m going to bring them back. But no one knows how I can do it. After all, how do you breed dragons? The answer lies within Drako Academy and the stunning female dragonmancers inside its crystal walls.

Damien was a simple man, cruising on the highway of life. A goddess of temptation lures him into a deal he scoffs at. To him, superstition is for the foolish. Small problem: she's real, her ritual works, and Damien is magically teleported into a strange new realm. He awakens in Nordan, a land of myth and magic. A realm where humans battle legendary creatures for the amusement of the gods. In a war between man and myth. Damien's powers set him above the rest, a lord of life and death - enemy of all. Stranded, but not alone, will he perish, or conquer his way home?

As Dirk, his friends, and their bonded monsters continue to grow stronger, life unfolds at the Tamer Academy. New classes. New professors. And forays into the Wilds. But a threat from the past has surfaced, with a grave plan that will put everything the Tamers are working for at risk. As the moment to unlock the way to the Keystone draws near, the timing couldn't be worse.

Supervillains are murdering people in the streets, but yet superheroes are more concerned with gaining popularity than bringing the villains to justice. These villains think they are above the law and that nobody can stop them, but they never planned for me. I’ll murder every one of them with my powersuit, traps, and sidekicks. And if killing bad guys makes me a villain in the eyes of the heroes, well...I’ll destroy them too.

I'm Justin Mauler, student of Mazirian Academy, Creation Mage, and now the new owner of a poltergeist named Barry Chillgrave. Who'd have expected having a deceased buccaneer as your resident dungeon-running poltergeist would lead to trouble? Yeah, it's pretty much a given. And now I’ve discovered that my spell list might be limited. Which means only one thing: I have to find a way to break that limit.

The enigmatic and likely certifiably crazy Igor Chaosbane has drawn runes into my frat house’s dungeon. Now that’s out of the way, we can really get to training for the War Mage Games. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about my other training methods. There’s a fetching potions tutor who’s got me wondering just what Infernal magic can do.

Of all the things Luna expected to happen after getting turned into an enslaved war robot, 'wacky college hijinks' was not on the list. Becoming friends with all the people she thought she'd have to hurt? Helping them deal with their issues and traumas, making meals for them, becoming loved by them? All of that was unexpected. Yet it might be the most cruel option of all, because Luna knows that someday, somewhere, the hammer will fall, and it will all come crashing down.

With her body wrecked and her bounty still active, she and Lucius retreat into the one place no sane ether hunter would follow: the Crimson Blight. Surviving it will take everything she has. But the Blight is only the beginning. Beyond it lies Shivenar, the city of runesmiths, where she'll need to prove herself to a world that still never takes her seriously. Her runeswords are unlike anything Shivenar has seen, and the wrong people are starting to notice. That's problem enough on its own.

It’s time to expand the fleet. Captain Watkins must build a new, more powerful ship for his core if he wants to survive the kobold pirates, cannibalistic halflings, and the other deadly foes that await him in the void of space. At his command is an armed space station controlled by a friend, Verminkin crewmates, Drider MOBS, and new, deadly weapons. But will it be enough?

As a mercenary with no Divine Core, Xin Sang is resigned to a life of grunt work, fighting the lesser fiends like wyrmspawn that are far beneath the notice of the mighty Ascendants. But when an Archfiend—an Ebon Wyrm—appears and threatens to annihilate his mercenary crew, Xin must rise above his limitations and show them why he's the best. And why he's been running and hiding for so long.

The apocalypse continues! And Trace Taylor doesn't know what she should do. A war between worlds seems inevitable, and Liberapolis is not prepared to fend off monster attacks, let alone the end of the world. With Ex just as clueless as she is, the redhead decides to confide with her best friend, Elizabeth Evergreen. Will the two young women be enough to stave off an alien invasion?

Bradley receives a second chance on a steampunk planet where the wondrous sights captivate, the gizmos fascinate, and it is all possible with steam. Attempting the wilds, Bradley experiences a dash of heart-pumping adventure that unlocks new opportunities and brings unwanted problems. With proper application, a bit of wit, and a dash of luck, he might achieve greatness.

Creation Mages to wine and dine. Immortals to defeat. A multiverse to save.

Trace Taylor was at a shooting range when the world was kidnapped by the alien species called the ‘Esvol’ to begin humanity's integration with the System. Each individual person is given a femtochip implant and a class to fend for themselves before being sent back to Earth. Once Trace returns, she finds that the planet too is left scarred by this encounter. Faced with monsters, dungeons, an annoying AI, and a lot of insane idiots, how will Trace come to survive this newly-changed planet?

Once I finished repairing my broken well and coming to terms with the fact that I was in love with both Tess and Nera, I expected to return to Sanguine and recover, not get into a fight with my sister, leaving part of Sanguine destroyed. After my fight with Gwen, everything is perfectly clear. With my ascension to C-Rank, I now have power beyond even an S-Ranked Blood Mage. But I can no longer keep my abilities hidden. Desdemona Ingram, the headmistress of Sanguine Academy, knows about my blood, and the only thing she sees is a tool.

We have a mission: to save the Universal Magic. To do so, I need to locate three other Creation Mages. There’s nowhere to find them except in the Infernal Realms, which means I’m going to have to meet with the very incarnation of evil: the devil. A journey into hell to meet with The Great Deceiver himself. How could it possibly go wrong?

The Shadow Nations man the Bronze Citadel. It’s going to take the combined might of the Mystocean Empire’s dragonmancers, the catmancers of Akrit, and the bearmancers of Vetrusca to bring them down. And, if we’re lucky, we’ll be joined by mancers from elsewhere in the world. But the Shadow Nations are not without their surprises, and a certain type of dragon could prove too difficult for even me, Mike Noctis the Dragon Breeder, to handle.

The midterms are over, and I’ve succeeded, not only in passing, but I’ve also managed to increase my blood rank from E to D, something that’s never been done before. With all my recent successes, I should be satisfied with my progress. Not a chance. Cromwell’s don’t settle, and I’m not going to stop until I climb to the very top and stand proud next to my sister and all of the other prodigies at S-Rank. But it was foolish of me to believe I could defy the natural order of the world and just climb the ranks freely and that there wouldn’t be consequences.

If I'm to save the Universal Magic, I need to find them. What I need to do with them isn't exactly fit for public consumption, but it's fundamental to who I am as a Creation Mage. I just have to slip into the castle, disguised as a noble, and snatch four other Creation Mages. All while avoiding the eyes of the Queen and the Arcane Council.

My father is a terrible man. He claimed a demon lived inside me and imprisoned me for months in his torture chamber. Then, one fateful day, he found himself on the bitter end of a curse, and he offered me in exchange for his freedom. I thought my life was over, but I was wrong. While trapped in the curse creator's ancient castle, phantoms begin speaking to me. They caress me with invisible hands, and proclaim I’m theirs. At night, however, when the phantoms leave, terrifying beasts emerge. Their snarls and roars awaken something dark in me, and their pull is impossible to resist.