Resultado Editorial "Royal Guard Publishing LLC" em Fantasia Sombria

From mild mannered history professor to ultimate bad-ass, John will overcome his inner demons as he fights to defeat the evil Lich King. Fortunately, he's not alone. Assisted by a group of powerful female warriors and mages, John will traverse the length and breadth of Zamina. Between laying down the law on lizard men and traveling to far off islands in search of an all powerful magical orb, John will become something greater than he had ever dreamed possible.

Dark castles. Feudal banners. And a knightly tournament where the wrong choice could start a war. After the fallout in Hollyhead—and a brutal clash to reclaim Tyra’s faen birthright—Davik of Darkshire agrees to serve as gown champion for a woman he once swore to protect. His task? Choose the warrior who will win her hand—and, with luck, bury the past for good. But Karley is changing.

My name is Robert Grailmont. Since I was young, I felt called to serve my fellow citizens, rising through the political ranks with a senator’s seat in my near future. But when I tried to reveal the scandal of the century, I found myself framed by the very people I was trying to expose.

I am not of this world. It was an ordinary Friday. Dungeons and Dragons with the crew. A few IPAs. Maybe some hummus. That was all until a careless mistake sent me hurtling into another dimension. I don't understand everything just yet. With elves, trolls, and some sort of ultimate bad-ass called the Lich King running around, how could I? But, what I do understand is this: I have a job to do. Because for the first time in a long time, people depend on me. And my actions could mean the difference between life and death not just for me, but for all of Zamina.

Before our kingdom can rise, we’ll need an army. That’s the thought that keeps me up at night. My name is Robert Grailmont, and I am the Dark Lord of Duskhaven. Two hundred years ago, our nation was destroyed by the goddess of light and the Luminark Empire. We have made great advances since my coronation. With my ascendant queens by my side, we’ve risen from a group of starving refugees to a true nation.

Eric Grayson survived his first few months in the Empire with a mixture of clever spellwork, beautiful and competent allies, and a lot of improvisation. Now officially an Exalted Lord, he's navigating noble society, attending classes at the Imperial College, and refurbishing the House of Stars into a home. The Emperor has taken notice, and when the ruler of the Empire you are currently in sends a summons, saying no isn’t really an option.

My name is Robert Grailmont. Since I was young, I felt a call to serve, to be a respectable and dependable leader. But when my ambitions were derailed by corruption and greed, I found a new calling—one from another world. "Dark Lord, we need you!" Now I must take up the crown. Duskhaven, the land of my ancestors, was conquered and enslaved by Alruna, Goddess of Light. With the blessing of the Goddess of Night, I shall retake our land and bring forth Ascendant Queens, my lovers and avatars of darkness’s might.

I've dealt the Lich King a serious blow in his quest for domination of Zamina. The high priestess is safe again, ensconced behind the walls of Castle Dragmoor. But, it's not enough.

Zamina is in chaos. The dread pirate Emilia has laid waste to vast swathes of the basin surrounding the Crystal Sea as she gathers an army of monsters and pirates to her banner. The elven court has fallen into chaos as competing factions vie for the throne. The Lich King's forces have marched out once more from the wastelands. Meanwhile, civil war has erupted among the humans.

As time passes, Scarlet grows more accustomed to life as a Guardian. Life at Lion's Heart. And to her status as a half demon noble. But the Class V Fracture nears, and everything she has come to know is threatened to change. Will this change be a good one though? Or a bad one.

Dead or Alive? Not a hard question, and pretty easy to figure out either way. Usually. Except I've somehow woken up in a place called Hell, and I'm not entirely sure I died first. I thought it was a practical joke. Until a warrior woman tried to kill me, and I rescued an elf and a succubus from slavers. Turns out, this Hell is being terrorized by an evil king, and he’s hell-bent on bringing all of Hell under his dominion. He also happens to control the portal back to our world, which I very much want to use.

Dead or Alive? Not a hard question, and pretty easy to figure out either way. Usually. Except I've somehow woken up in a place called Hell, and I'm not entirely sure I died first. I thought it was a practical joke. Until a warrior woman tried to kill me, and I rescued an elf and a succubus from slavers. Then I started to realize something strange was going on. I didn't know the half of it. Turns out, this Hell is being terrorized by an evil Wraith King, and he’s hell-bent on bringing all of Hell under his dominion.

It may sound exciting to ride through Hell to save one of your lovers, but in reality it’s full of blood and magic, orcs and Hellhounds, secrets and revelations. The Wraith King’s minions will do anything to capture or kill me. But I’ve got a plan to strike back. To do it, I just need to keep my own growing urge to kill under control.

I’m getting stronger, but so is the darkness within me. Will I be able to control it? Or will it control me? It is my destiny to find out, and all of Hell hangs in the balance. That destiny is no longer calling. It is here.

There’s a powerful darkness growing inside me. I can feel it, igniting my blood with a lust for death. It gets stronger each time I use my magic, and much, much harder to control. And yet, I don’t have a choice. Destiny is calling. What shape it will take, I don’t yet know, but my very blood yearns to answer that call.

Jack Hawthorne has set his sights on taking total control of the northern region under the banner of the Orakin Tribe, as well as exploring and taking further control of the archipelago to the south.

Frank lived for his three sons, busting his back to see they thrived in comfort. His good for nothing wife, she made him the happiest man in the world when she finally agreed to his divorce terms. His glorious day turned to ruin when an explosion hurls him through an unformed portal connection.

Morrigan died as the unwilling sacrifice in a demonic ritual, but the Grim Reaper has another plan for this wayward soul—to make her his new apprentice! Reaping isn't exactly her dream summer job (long hours, crappy pay, no benefits), but with the alternative being banished to limbo, she's ready to give it a shot!

John Gilliam, the Faceless Man, is one of the premier assassins in the world. His skills are legendary, and he's never failed in a mission. When a job goes wrong, though, he discovers that there's an entire universe beyond what he knows, one where magic and monsters exist and his skills and talents are frail shadows of the powers that be: the Doorverse.

Some kings rule in peace. Most must earn their power through strife and blood shed. Alliances secured and the enemy fully revealed at last, the end is at hand. Petra the matriarch stands at Victor's side, the women under her have spread out, each occupying more space, more authority, and more skill than ever before. And Victor, well, he finally has his generals, his soldiers, and his army ready. With the unexpected death of a close friend and one of Victor's strongest generals, he's reminded that Life is precious and so are the ones we love.