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Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well . . . by all but one. Dante Regio, prince of Luce, had owned my heart since he gave me my first kiss. If gathering a slew of iron relics could help me overthrow the current monarch and crown his brother to rule at my side, then treasure hunting I'd go. If only the oracle had warned me what winged demon I was releasing into the world.

L’univers virtuel de Barliona. Havre de paix. Espace de divertissement. Enfin, pas pour tous… Ce lieu est une arène de combat pour Daniel Mahan qui lutte pour survivre jusqu’à purger la fin de sa peine : 8 ans dans une prison virtuelle. Mahan aura tout enduré : un travail de forçat dans les mines, la trahison de ses codétenus… jusqu'à ce qu'un nouveau jugement le lâche dans le monde normal de Barliona. Que rêver de mieux??

As time marches on, relics of the past are cast away and the people of Japan turn their attention to the marvels of modern technology. In year eleven of the Taisho era, Akitsu Somegorou the Fourth visits Tokyo to partake in a party hosted by the Nagumo, a famous spirit-hunting family. Like Akitsu, the Nagumo family slay demons for a living, but with the fear of demons slowly fading from the hearts of man, they've joined hands with their foes in a bid for survival.

Produit high-tech dernière génération, Barliona est un monde de pur divertissement. Depuis peu, le gouvernement, garant de la monnaie in-game, permet sa libre circulation. La conséquence est immédiate : Barliona est envahi par une population avide d’argent facile. Les développeurs du jeu, eux, trouvent rapidement de la main-d’œuvre gratuite : les criminels IRL. Le corps enfermé dans une capsule de réalité virtuelle, leur esprit est implanté dans les mines virtuelles de Barliona. Dmitry Mahan a surmonté bien des épreuves.

The Countess Luchia de Sarracenia comes from a long line of powerful vampires. She is accustomed to getting her way. Her greatest wish, however, has always eluded her—the ability to see her own face. She hires artist after artist to paint her portrait. But when they fail to capture her perceived ethreal beauty, the consequences are dire.

My name is Liam, and I was an FBI agent. Until I stepped into the world of Rylee Adamson, that is. Now, I’m a Guardian, a wolf shifter whose very design is to protect those around him at any cost. The battle against Orion is done, the demons banished. In their wake, there are so many innocents who have lost their lives, their families, and their way. Three of them are now ours to raise—the ogre triplets. Three boys I’ve come to love as if they were my own. And they are dying.

My name is Rylee and I was a Tracker. The final battle is over and The Blood of the Lost was spilled. In the aftermath, the humans still have mysteries they call upon me for. Except I can no longer Track, and my new abilities terrify me. A salvage is offered to me, and with it a chance to redeem myself. A missing girl, her brother desperate to find her. Simple and straightforward, this salvage should be a piece of cake—and a chance to learn some discipline with my powers. Except the girl is somehow tied to the world of the Elementals, and with that comes a danger I could never have expected.

Only a few years ago, I was a mage in a world filled with magic and supernatural creatures. Now, I'm in a world where science has made people into superpowered titans. As the only mage in this world, I'm using my talismans and spells to even the odds. Working as a private investigator, I'm hunting down leads on what landed me among the supers. But I'm not the only supernatural creature who showed up here, and it's a problem that's about to get out of hand.

Abandoned in a hyper realistic realm, Maverick bonds with a familiar. The walking tree grows over the years, sprouting a shed, then a one story inn, and finally a fully fledged tavern. His quiet life is ruined when that pesky son of his needs help. Slight problem, Maverick needs a team.

Da duecento anni ogni donna Darling sparisce il giorno del suo diciottesimo compleanno. Alcune stanno via un giorno, altre una settimana o un mese. Ma tornano sempre distrutte. Oggi compio diciotto anni e la mamma si sta affannando a sbarrare porte e finestre. Non servirà a niente. Perché non appena scenderà la notte, lui verrà per me. E, questa volta, Peter Pan e i Ragazzi Sperduti non mi lasceranno più andare.

The local wolffolk mafia longs for their glory days, and their alluring don, Alessia Lionetti, wants a powerful enforcer to bring them back. That's Vince. This is his big break from his days as a hired thug. Working for the mafia has a short life expectancy, though. Especially in a world where the masquerade shattered long ago. Demons run banks, birdfolk ferry people across town, and the police possess crack teams of sorcerers to keep the peace. Bad news for Vince and his dreams of mafia wealth.

My big secret is out. Adam Vex may be a tiny bit not human. But it's not so bad. Just so long as Gideon Cain doesn't find out. It's probably best if I keep my head down and stay out of trouble, especially after our "accident" at the vampire chapel. But one little date won't hurt.

The city is abuzz with an international sorcerer's conference, and the mayor is cracking down hard on anything that might make him look bad. But Vince is out to get that bag. That means fulfilling his enforcer contract for the mob, police crackdown be damned.

Barliona. Monde virtuel truffé de monstres, de batailles et — forcément — de joueurs. Ils débarquent par millions à Barliona, en quête de ce qui n'existe pas IRL : elfes, magie, dragons, princesses, combats mémorables. Ce sont des criminels qui purgent leur peine in-game. Leur seul but : survivre à ce calvaire virtuel.

Five years after making an enormous mistake, Ryan Mitchell is just trying to rebuild his life along the beach. But opportunities are limited for a disgraced securities trader who moonlights as a sorcerer. When a red-haired succubus seeks his help to avoid a murder rap, Ryan is pulled into a conspiracy between the Mexican drug cartels and darker forces from the Fae Wilds.

My name is Pamela, and I am a witch. I will protect Rylee’s pack, my family, at all costs. They are my greatest treasure, one I never dreamed to have. And I will defend them–even to the damning of my soul. The demons have been beaten back, but I can feel darkness lurking just beyond my sight. Darkness that is coming for those I love. To protect them, I will chance everything on a stranger.

With the empire now off their backs, Forge Eizo welcomes Anne as a permanent member of the family! Eizo offers to buy everyone gifts as rewards for their hard work, but they suggest something else—each member of the household gets to spend an entire day alone with him. Meanwhile, Camilo informs Eizo of a commission request from an unexpected customer: Marius! The count is finally getting married, and he wants a set of custom wedding rings. Just one problem—Marius wants them made from meghizium, a rare and expensive metal that only a handful of blacksmiths in the world can manipulate.

There are rules for traveling: A mage must never go forward. Keep the secrets of the order in all times. And never, ever travel during the thirteenth month. Born into a powerful mage family, Narine Anahid Khoren is a time traveler whose life is constantly in flux. Since committing to the order of the Seba Segal at fourteen, she's spent her life traveling through history, trying to make a difference and sacrificing her life in the present for one jumping through the past.

Thanks to overwhelming might, a cadre of violent animals, and a weaponized fish or two, Tropica has wiped Gormona's royal forces from the map. Now at the helm of his own Church, Fischer finally has some time to relax. But life in Tropica is much like fishing from a rocky shore: it's only a matter of time before you hook a snag.

The first rule of being a ghost whisperer: Don’t tell anyone. Seriously. Don’t. Sure, it might sound harmless. A fun party trick, even. I assure you, it’s not. How do I know? Well, let’s just say that I’ve had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and nine times out of ten, it turns into an all-consuming disaster. Being plagued by needy ghosts twenty-four/seven is one thing; being harassed by a horde of curious—or worse, grieving—flesh-and-blood people is an entirely different circus. I mean really, who wants to hold an impromptu séance in the middle of the cereal aisle?