Luke Mitchell

An ancient legend. A snarky sword. And a reluctant hero who’s about to regret everything. Nate Arturi never wanted to save the world. He wanted to graduate, land a decent job, and maybe figure out why his neighbor's corgi keeps climbing onto roofs.

My name is Haldin Raish. Legionnaire. And the High General just murdered my parents. My dad was well respected in the Legion. Always had a reputation for doing the right thing, no matter the cost. He was a good man. And whatever he stumbled onto got them both killed. Messily.

Amidst harrowing famine and deadly aliens who hunt humans and turn them into scaly mutants, Jarek is having a pretty good day. But when his weaponized suit is stolen, he'll stop at nothing to get it back....

In a world devastated by alien invasion, Jarek and Rachel were never paragons of heroism. They survived, same as anyone else. They protected what was dear—Jarek with his exosuit and beloved AI companion, Rachel with her brother. They kept things simple... until the raknoth came and took it all away.

For the first time in history, human and raknoth stand united against the doom coming to swallow them all whole. Okay. On second thought, "united" is probably a strong word. Turns out, mutual fear of galaxy-conquering super monsters does not a steadfast alliance make....

That awkward moment when you saved the day but doomed the planet...It all went off without a hitch. Okay, so there were hitches. Lots of hitches....

In the wake of the troglodan attack on Earth, fledgling Knight Nate Arturi and his unruly crew venture into Alliance space in pursuit of the mysterious Black Knight....

Now, scattered and hunted by the monstrous rakul, Rachel and Jarek must do everything they can to protect their friends and keep their brewing Enochian weapons safe long enough for one slim chance at turning the tides....

Nate Arturi isn't a knight in shining armor. He sure as hell isn't a king. And the last time someone called him heroic, it was because he fetched his neighbor's corgi off the roof....

Reeling in the aftermath of the White Tower incident, Haldin Raish is struggling to get by. What he needs is time, peace and quiet, and probably the ear of an attentive soothsayer. But the raknoth have other plans...

In the wake of the hybrid massacres, a devastated Enochia looks to their leaders for answers. From the safety of his White Tower, the High Cleric gives them. "Look no further than to those who upset Enochia's natural order to begin with," he says.

King Sparda Kalnoroc is no mortal to be shaken by the likes of one rogue Excalibur Knight. He may not even be mortal at all, if the rumors are to be trusted.

After 2,000 years, the Synth have returned. Terror grips the galaxy as brave Alliance heroes race to banish the ancient evil once and for all. But far behind enemy lines, cut off from all escape, one lone Knight learns that the truth of war is rarely so simple....

My name is Haldin Raish. Legionnaire. And the High General just murdered my parents. My dad was well respected in the Legion. Always had a reputation for doing the right thing, no matter the cost. He was a good man. And whatever he stumbled onto got them both killed. Messily.