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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's love. For 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.

Steve had experience when it came to waking up with hangovers. Being attacked by kobolds? Not so much. After rousing in the middle of a monster-filled forest, he was sure his life was over. That was until he was saved by a fire-wielding angel who was anything but human. Now Steve finds himself a temporary guest on a small run-down farm filled with monster girls who need his help. None more so than the canine beauty responsible for saving his skin.

The devil has been bested. Zeryesis tried his damnedest, but Lulu’s life is back in her hands. No longer must she spend every month worrying about becoming a slave, and it’s all thanks to Steve (not that he’ll admit it). He’s too busy focusing on the future—turning the farm from a hovel into the best around. But that’s easier said than done.

Months have passed since Steve drove off Penelope’s army, and Darkwood Farm has only gone from strength to strength. It can now call itself a village providing sanctuary to demi-beasts of all shapes and sizes…even if Blesslan’s forces remain parked on its border. For the time being, they’re too wary of Steve to invade, but he’s refusing to take that as a win. To keep his followers and six beautiful wives safe for good, Steve needs to gather all the allies he can get before something breaks their uneasy truce wide open.

I was just a nerd for crying out loud. A college student just doing his best to survive. I can’t be a werewolf. I have midterms next week. But apparently fate has plans for me, because one day I was just Jesse Rafe, and the next day I’m The Alpha, the legendary were shifter who is meant to impregnate every possible shifter species omega female and rule the world. If I don’t get killed by another alpha first, of course.

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.

Michael wakes up to find himself completely alone in a dark forest, the corpse of a deer his only company. The dread in his heart tells him that something horrible has happened, but he can’t recall what. He doesn’t remember where he is, who he is, or even what he is. And to make the situation worse, he keeps hearing voices in his head, like whispers of long-lost memories haunting him.

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 was just a bison rancher from Montana, when a bear attack almost killed me. Now, I’ve awoken into a brutal world where everyone is part beast, and their animal instincts are taking over. Something sinister is in the air, and werecreatures of every species are colliding with teeth and claws. But I’m the rarest and deadliest of all: the werebear. Surviving in these savage lands will mean fighting off the predators and protecting the innocent prey. And to do that, I need to become the true apex predator...and the one rightful king of this world.

The end game approaches, and I’m in a three-way race against a psychotic goddess and the most powerful necromancer who’s ever lived. There is only one general left, and both Reverkar, King of the Dwarves, and the Bitch Goddess want to find him first. If either of them wins, it means the end of the world. But my wives and I aren’t about to let them win without a fight. We’ll battle against zombies, brainwashed slayers, and horrors untold as we journey across Amalgam in our effort to stop them.

I used to be a computer programmer...I think. But then I woke up in a strange new world as a...god? Part of me thinks this is some ultra-realistic VR game, but things just seem and feel too real. Especially the three beautiful priestesses, who have traveled from afar just to worship and love me.

The problem is, the object of his sudden infatuation isn’t exactly normal. She has horns, wings, and a tail...and to complicate matters, she might have a fatal interest in Michael derived from her need for human blood. Will his newfound love interest lead to his untimely death? Or can he find a way to make it work out between him and his demon girlfriend?

There are no more generals left to fight over, or shards of divinity for the Bitch Goddess to devour. My wives and I have fought across the width and breadth of Amalgam in our battle against the avatar of greed. We’ve defeated zombies, angels, monsters, and horrors beyond count, every victory bringing us to this, the final battle.

Six months after being tasked with an off-the-books, international investigation, Ben Porter finds himself bedridden in a Washington, DC, hospital, beset with mysterious, life-threatening symptoms. Faced not only with tragedy but also with mounting pressure from his superiors, Ben is forced into an impossible choice: Does he fulfill his duty, or does he disobey his command? Or...can he do both?

This anthology contains action, adventure, spicy tales, and some swishing tails. A rare treat of compiled stories in one place. Enjoy!

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's 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 drastically different than I had thought.

Once I was a mortal man living on Earth, but now, I’m the Tempest Demon known as Atticus, and I have served the Dark King for eons as he wages endless war across the realms. Until today, when I finally ripped myself free from the Dark King’s shackles. The demons want me back. The heavens want me destroyed.

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.

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.