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 took a last look at the lopsided, shoddy building. 


What an experience, however short-lived it was. 


He considered himself lucky to have been able to meet Fai and Shan on his first try for a suitable Hunting Limb to join. Or was it better to give all the credit to Ancor instead, since he was the one who transported him to Good Yield Street in the first place? 


'Maybe,' Ginger thought, a small smile crept on his face. 


As he maneuvered through the still-crowded street, trying his best to ignore the stares and shaken reactions from other pedestrians, most of whom steered clear of him, he once again gazed at the two sheets of paper in his hands. 


Both had a bold print at their headers which read, 'Stalwart Stallions'. 


This was – unfortunately – the name of the Hunting Limb Ginger had just joined. 


Out In These Streets