After being reincarnated in his favorite game Jasper Toledo, otherwise known as Calloway Calphius, finds himself in the city he created 250 years after he logged out for the last time. He disguises himself in the elf city to find out that he has been revered as a saint, and has begun a new age of the elves. In order to find his place in this new yet familiar world he starts a guild in an age when they've become obsolete. He finds out the elven princess is his fiancé and has been waiting for his return. He adopts an oracle girl known as the cursed child. He even accidently starts a successful maid café. But when a prophecy threatens his new way of life, he'll start a war with a dark shadow that's taken hold of his new home. Follow Cal's journey as he routinely breaks down ordinary doors, makes an inordinate amount of tea, falls in love with a princess, tumbles out of trees, and faces enemies both inside and outside the Pearly City. With all this and more awaiting our unscrupulous adventurer, let me be the first to welcome you to the City of Perils. Mature warning, a city this perilous includes: Adult language, use of gamer terminology, suggestive themes, crying, blushing, tears, feelings, anime special effects, eye-patches, sinister plots, wanton cultural references, identity crisis, a flippant God, shipping, ships, tragedy, aggressive girlfriends, and pirate hijinks lots and lots of hijinks . Highest ranking in Adventure: 15 on---10/12/2017 First review: "At first, I didnt like any character, now I love them all... ...You might want to put a warning that readers just needed to survive the first chapters, because after that... FUCKING AMAZING" -RahCol Cover by: _crystallize_

(Y/N) is an ordinary-ish girl, living in a world of discrimination. And she's one of the people being discriminated against. Why? Because she's a hybrid. But she has a secret. She may appear as a regular hybrid to other people, but her family knows her for what she truly is. A tribrid. And she has two very different sides to her powers. Now, with her moving to a new school where there are more hybrids then her last, and new bullies, she wonders how she's going to keep her secret... well, a secret.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.