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Milton was your average delivery driver until he had a run in with a dying fairy who imbued him with all his magical power. Now Milton can literally tear the blood out of his enemies with a gesture of his hand, every women he meets is attracted to his magical charm, and the powerful Fae Guild wants to pay him a bunch of money to fight evil.

Milton may have once been a mild-mannered delivery driver, but now, he is one of the top agents in a magical fae guild with blood magic at his very fingertips and a team of gorgeous, badass faerie women around him. Everything is looking perfect, until a new crime wave starts in Jefferson City. Some evil bastards have started to kidnap innocent baby magical creatures. That's bad, but these creatures could be powerful enough to take down the city and the Seelie Court, so that’s even worse.

I was a nobody gamer working a dead-end tech support job. But then, I was pulled into this strange fantasy world, and I’ve learned that I possess a power that makes me, quite literally, a god walking among mere mortals. Now, I always win every fight. Now, I always get the best girls in my harem.

The final game of the tournament has arrived. And this one is the deadliest of them all. Cole and his coven are ready, though, and Cole has set his sights on expanding his dark harem to include a certain orange-haired witch. And nothing, not even Elder gods, is going to stand in his way.

My name is Volrath, and I am an Aesir of Asgard. I have no family name to speak of, but then I discovered I could tame, train, and breed the great dragons that are feared throughout Asgard. Now that I have this incredible power, it is my mission to scour the nine realms in search of more dragons to add to my menagerie. I am joined by a beautiful Light Elf and a powerful half-Valkyrie sorceress, and these women want to bind themselves to me and bear my children.

When the aliens came down and told us they’d enslave all of the human race if we didn’t send our bigliest warrior to participate in their arena death games, I laughed at them. It was really funny because they obviously didn’t know who they were dealing with. Know what I mean? Then they said they would pick the greatest warrior, and they picked Marc Havak. He seemed like such an average guy, but he was a true-blue American. He even worked as a truck driver! That’s the kind of good guy we want defending us from aliens.

Lord of the Rings + Breaking Bad + The Sopranos = Skulduggery. It’s a world ruled by elves, and they have decided that alcohol and magic is illegal for all the other races. But I know how to make whiskey. In fact, that’s the easy part. Selling it under their noses and not getting caught and hung will be the hard part. I’ll need to build a crew, I’ll need to slit some throats, and I’ll need to be five steps ahead of our overlords. Wanna join me in building a criminal empire?

Ben is really coming into his title of Draco Rex. Not only has he discovered a new species of dragon, but now Jemma has bonded to the baby fire-breather named Tirian. And there are more dragons out there just waiting to be found.

Yes, I killed all the supervillians housed in the Grayville Ultramax Prison. I’m sure some, like the Shadow Knight, would consider that to be crossing a line and an unforgivable act of an unrepentant mass murderer. I consider it another high-performance day on the job. If the Shadow Knight has a problem with it, he knows where to find me. I really hope he does have a problem.

We’re starting to make some coin, but I’m always looking to improve. So, how can I sell more whiskey and make even more gold? Double-cross my distributor? Buy new businesses to serve as fronts for my operations? Steal a few precious artifacts from those blue-blooded elves? Yep. All of the above, and we’ll kill anyone who gets in our way.

The best part of being a human is everyone constantly underestimates you, and that means they never see it coming when your dagger plunges into their heart. Our business is growing, but so is our list of enemies. Dwarven gangsters? The Assassins Guild? The commander of the Elven Guard? Yup, they are all problems for us as we expand our criminal operation throughout the realm, and we gotta get rid of ‘em all if we’re going to make mountains of gold. Fortunately, they’ll never see it coming.

What do you do when you accidentally trigger a cross dimensional machine created by a mad scientist and teleport to a different version of Earth every 72 hours? Well, you obviously start recruiting beautiful monster girls and construct a fort, because these worlds are crazy deadly and you’re going to need all the help you can get to survive.

Me and my bootlegging crew have had runaway success moving our illicit product throughout the city, and many of our rivals have been eliminated or brought into the family. Unfortunately, this success has drawn the attention of the domineering elven authorities, including the Guildmaster of the Thieves’ Guild and the Captain of the City Guard. I’ll have to get the authorities off our backs, keep the whiskey flowing, and continue to follow the lead of my magic keys. Or we’ll all end up dead.

The mysterious portals are continuing to open, hordes of murderous dinosaurs are pouring out, and the British military has abandoned population centers to defend critical infrastructure like power plants. That’s bad news for Jason and his two co-ed companions who are holed up in the campus art gallery, trying to ride out the reptilian storm. With no rescue on the way, they will have to learn to survive not just the savage dinosaurs, but also the humans who want their possessions.

With each rival my syndicate eliminates two more appear, and they are out for blood. The assassin’s guild, the dwarven miners, and the elven overlords are all looking to put our heads on a pike. If my whiskey business is going to thrive it's going to take a little magic, all of their skills, a lotta luck, and the help of an enslaved djinn to overcome the odds against them. The risk is high, but the rewards are money, power, women, and revolution. Those are worth dying and killing for, so keep your blades sharp.

On January 1st, 2020, the comet hit, and a good chunk of the people on Earth died or turned into mutants. But some people gained powerful magical abilities. You would think that the fall of humankind would usher in a time of peace and happiness for the survivors, but since powerful people tend to be assholes, life got worse, and these mages enslaved those who couldn’t protect themselves. I have magic too, but not just any magic. I can summon guns, and nothing kills asshole mages better than a bullet through the brain.

My name is Alex, and I am just a normal office worker from Denver. But I’m also “the Dreamer.” Or at least that’s what the beautiful cat-girl said after I woke up in All-the-Land and saved her from a monster in a crazy forest full of smiling flowers and trees. The Dreamer is the prophesied savior of this land. He is immune to all side effects of the world’s magical potions, and his… seed also has enhanced abilities that can be passed on to the women he so chooses. So it’s down the rabbit hole for me, and no card queen or dark king is going to stop me from saving this world.

All I wanted on my day off was to get some new ink and see the pretty tattoo artist who had been flirting with me during my last few sessions. I definitely didn’t expect to get teleported to an fantasy world filled with berserker zombies, fairies, and shapeshifters that lived in futuristic cities while oppressing the other races. I also didn’t expect my tattoos to come to life. And since most of them are weapons, it seems I am uniquely suited to fight. This world has already had an apocalypse, but maybe it’s time to start a revolution.

Cole and his enslaved coven have saved Scholomance from total destruction and proven their worth. But things don’t get easier from there. Scholomance and all Wicca-kind are still at war with the Elder gods, so to improve their chances of success, the Headmistress of Scholomance decides to hold an ancient, traditional tournament to strengthen their alliances with other dark academies.

Cole has successfully survived the preschooler exam, and now he’s a full-fledged Scholomance student. More importantly, though, he now has four women bound to him forever. He’s their master, they are his slaves, and they must obey his commands. But his women also gain power and prestige out of the deal, and the Headmistress has taken a special interest in Cole and his coven. Now, they must prove themselves against Scholomance’s enemies: The elder gods and their minions.