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When talented but trigger-happy SAS Operator Andrew Rivers takes one last, off-the-books job to clean his slate, everything changes. The mission fails violently, catapulting him and his volatile cargo into an alien galaxy complete with dwarves, orcs, elves, and the stuff of nightmares. Rivers emerges, Awakened, into a Galactic System where his previous life experiences are fully rewarded, granting him the Legendary Skill: Swashbuckler.

My name is James Thorne, and I wasn't supposed to matter. Before the invasion, I was just a guy in a dead-end job, keeping my head down and my past buried. The Gehenna want our annihilation. Thankfully, they angered the Aetherion who may help humanity not only fight back, but turn the tide. When I’m offered the chance to be Cleansed, to become something more than I was, I take it. And it turns out I’m special. No, I’m not the Chosen One. And yes, there are others like me, but as a Psyker, I can do things most can't. Things that make me very dangerous.

My name is James Thorne, and I wasn't supposed to matter. Before the invasion, I was just a guy in a dead-end job, keeping my head down and my past buried. The Gehenna want our annihilation. Thankfully, they angered the Aetherion who may help humanity not only fight back, but turn the tide. When I’m offered the chance to be Cleansed, to become something more than I was, I take it. And it turns out I’m special. No, I’m not the Chosen One. And yes, there are others like me, but as a Psyker, I can do things most can't. Things that make me very dangerous.

After a tragic accident, Jake, former Dark Guardian, not only mourned losing his wife but carried the burden of a secret that only one other living person knew. Confronting that secret was the only way Jake could fight his heavy guilt when a beautiful ballerina dances into his life. Jessie Reed...

The war didn’t end when the Gehenna retreated. It just got quieter—and quieter is worse. On Mars, in the alien-human fortress we call The Roar, we’re preparing for their return. Training harder, leveling up, and waiting for the silence to shatter. I’m James Thorne, Psyker, Cleansed, and despite hitting Level 10, someone who can’t catch a break.

I should be dead. But instead I’m leading a crew of survivors—some human, some…less so—straight into an intergalactic war. Packing a stolen warship, a handful of seriously Levelled up warriors, and the System whispering in my head, I think we’re up for wreking a little havoc...

Mars is gone, my friends are in need of a rescue, and I’m running out of options unless I do something monumentally dangerous. Turns out, that’s my specialty. When the dust settled, humanity’s greatest stronghold was nothing but rubble. They took Rachel. They took Stormfall. They took everyone I cared about, and they left me alive. Big mistake. To save my friends, I’ll fight through alien death ships, outsmart a traitor who sold us out, and probably set something important on fire. And if I’m lucky—if I don’t die horribly—I might just send the Gehenna a message they’ll never forget.

Former best friends Jake Rollins and Lucas Bennett used to love competing against each other as kids. Unfortunately, for the past four years, they’ve hated each other, all because they fell for the same girl who they both lost. When Leighton Pearson realizes her sometimes possessive and controlling fiancé has made every decision about the wedding—including rushing her into saying their vows—she begins to have second thoughts. With encouragement from her best friend, Leighton sneaks out of the church right before the wedding ceremony and runs into two men from her past.

I’m James Thorne—Level 25 Psyker Apex—and I’m bouncing back from a pretty catastrophic battle on Rithos. The thing is, I’m stranded deep within a hostile jungle crawling with things that want to eat me. I’m going to survive this jungle. I’m going to survive the Emperor. And I’m absolutely not going down quietly.

My name’s James Thorne. I used to be someone, once—Psyker, Apex-ranked, battle-tested. Now I’m just another ghost drifting through the black, looking for somewhere quiet to land. We find Dresen. Dust-choked, half-dead mining town on the edge of nowhere. It looks like peace. Smells like rot. The local militia’s too clean. Their weapons are too new. And the mines? Something down there still breathes. Worse, it’s hungry.