Five Frozen Centuries - Chapter 133 - Your Friends Have Left The Caravan

What would you do if you found out you're really a dragon?What if you found out magic is real?What if the guy who just saved your life is actually really cute, has a big sword and runs a small business granting wishes?!Misha Long knew moving countries would be a big deal, but he had no idea how big until things start going wrong. Very wrong.But he isn't alone.By his side is the enigmatic Bran D'Arcy, magic master and sword slinger. For Misha, it's an exciting new world he's stumbled into.But for all the wonder and beauty in it there's a danger lurking in the magic, an old evil that won't just threaten him and those he loves, but the entire world.Oh, and he now has a tail.

Parents dead, clan exterminated, body burned, hands mutilated, inflicted with innumerable diseases, tossed into the dump, and even the magic ring with the ghostly grandpa in it has been sabotaged. A reasonable person would roll over and die. Tian isn't that reasonable. And as it happens, neither is Grandpa Jun. A very tough kid meets a very cunning old man. And together, they will shake the heavens. What to expect:-1 chapter a day M-F. Volume 1 is already complete.-2k words per chapter (aprox, some run long) with a longer first chapter.-No Harem-Earned power growth-An MC who isn't a goodie two shoes OR an edge-lord psychopath-A power system based on actual Daoism -Sects, giant monsters, natural treasures, flying swords, spells, talismans, secret arts, and a gentle sprinkling of young masters whose face need rearranging.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"