The 17-year-old Toru Kakazu gets bullied every day at school. One day, a magic circle appears in his classroom, teleporting him and the rest of his class to a different world. They are asked to defeat the Demon King, who seemingly terrorizes and threatens the well-faring and prosperity of the adjacent kingdoms. As his classmates are being trained by the Sophetirian Empire, which they were summoned by, Toru is deemed to be of no worth. He has no skills nor talents and ends up being beaten by his bullies and left for dead. Toru survives by chance and sets out to defeat his enemies, who do not always appear in broad daylight... The Grim Reaper is born. Currently DROPPED until further notice Cover by @Warrior21st Edited by ThePab98. (@Pab998)

After the mysterious events at Marsanth, Sebas Asmos Ti'en, the unwilling fox prince engaged to a Human princess, disappears without a trace. As a runaway noble he earns the nickname 'the Phantom Prince'. Evading three kingdoms and bounty hunters for six years, many have allowed the Phantom Prince to disappear into legend. However, four unlikely friends look forward to his appearance at the Hearthroam University of Magic. His childhood friends Jules and Nerinin await him to keep his promise and return to them. His rival Flint knows their fates are tied together and awaits their rematch. His sister Tiera follows her dream but admires the free spirited nature of her hero and brother. The winds of change set their course for Hearthroam and many new faces are caught up in the adventure. But the Phantom Prince isn't the only one with a secret, and more than one agenda wrecks havoc on the campus. Fairytales, fantasy, facades, and foxtails collide in this story about the larger role a reincarnated teenager has to play in a world that may have a deeper meaning than a simple adventure in another world. *Reader Comments (Arc5)* "This... this was amazing... these last two chapters... absolutely mind boggling! This is truly the best book I have ever read captain! Keep it up! If you ever actually publish this book, it may go down as a revolutionary work!" -MaxTheDraconian "This book continues to amaze and entrap me in its web... Its beautifully crafted and walks, the finest line ive ever seen, between so many ideas and philosophical debates... How has it not been published yet? It resides alongside my other favorites such as the sword of truth, kingkiller chronicles, and the wheel of time" -Whirledhacker "This monologue is one of the best vilain monologues I've ever read till this day. Love it." -LJmolin667 "I just don't know how can he write something so... brilliant!? Call me heathen, doing this to your own beloved characters... just amazing." -BenceTary

I believe my name was Iriko. I was twenty years old. My life used to be normal, getting teased by my sisters, becoming their work-slave, that type of thing. But while I was acting as an errand boy, I ended up dying... or that's what I thought. The next thing I knew, I was in a forest, somehow alive. Now there was a problem. I've become a baby dragon, and I have no idea of who I once was. ------------------------- Alright, so bear with me. This is my first attempt at writing a story. I was inspired by a certain other Japanese light novel, so you may notice some similarities (Or maybe not). Any forms of criticism are welcome. Drop a comment if anything seems like shit. No really, call it a complete waste of human intellect undeserving to be read even by the most pitiful of worms if that's how you feel.

"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.