Shade Arjuun

When the time has turned ripe, Ginger has to leave his home in the Wild.

 A young, awakening dragon like himself, even as a halfling, can’t remain in a world where he will eventually be seen as a monster, after all.

Thus, with the help of an infamous Shaman, Ginger is transported to Ravi, a land where dragons reign supreme, lording over land, law, and the lesser races that fill the continent.

To learn from scratch what his fellow dragons can do – which is far, far more than flying, breathing fire, and compelling with mere sight – Ginger starts his adventure at a prestigious Institute for dragonlings of all kinds.

Ah, the typical adventure countless youngsters like him in other inspired Novel Verses have endured.

But not quite.

For Ginger isn’t your typical dragon, and neither is he a common scrub. Of course, he is not.

The rule of dragons, the long Tallies of time they have ruled... may be coming to an end.

Is he tied to such an event of the ages?

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Story will also be available on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun. (The free chapters only)

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Disclaimer:

This novel is a slow burn. If these kinds of stories bother you, then you probably won't like it, though I hope you try it before concluding.

The story also follows a 7:3 ratio between school events and outside adventures respectively, both of which center around Slice of Life, Action, 'Magic', Drama, and several other subgenres.

And yes, there is Slice of Life.

At least reach chapter 16 before opting out.

(PS: Cover isn't mine.)

The Odd Dragon Out: Reckoning of the Cinder-Born

Ginger didn't see the wall which had been peeking from his peripheral vision all this time. Maybe it was because the bulk of his attention was stolen by the nigh literal storm of Mana Essence that washed over him violently, causing his skin and clothes to ripple. 


The plump dragonling had always thought of Mana Essence as being reminiscent of a fresh, cool stream since coming to Ravi. This came as a result of him comparing it to Fetid Essence from the Wild, which he and everyone else who could perceive it regarded as sludgy and pungent. Till now, Ginger had never thought he could feel threatened by Mana Essence in its base form, but then again, this wasn't exactly a natural outpour of the energy. 


There was some kind of active manipulation of it present here. 


The telling detail for the dragonling, was that within the storm of the cool energy, a distorted image snaked its way elusively, haggardly. 


Evaluation