The Last Rudra
Onish was a yogi on earth. After a long and arduous practice of yogic rituals, he got enlightenment. And when he was trying to go to Brahma Loka (an upper world where exalted beings live), a mighty hand tried to crush his soul. Appalled by sudden accident, Onish used his newly awakened yogic powers called siddhis and fled. His newly awakened power sent him into an unknown world called Mazia, filled with wonders and horrors. After some misfortunate events, he was forced to settle in the body of a boy, named Ishit, who lived in Minaak, a city of spirit wielders. A tale weaver fed him a memory pill and modified his memories. A powerful fiend was gradually recovering his powers. A mysterious voice sighed in Ornish's mind. Some hidden memories surfaced telling him he is from Samara. Who was after him? Why did his siddhi send him to Mazia, a cursed world? Let's discover the mystery of the universe with Onish, a fallen yogi. what this book has: 1. Hard to Kill Bad Ass Villain 2. Eternal Love Story ( It starts after chapter 56 ) 4. Time Travel 5. Multi Magic Systems 6. Mysteries 7. Suta, Spirit-wielders, Wizards, Druids, Moriyans, and many more 8. Multiverse ******************************* ******** 1 chapter a day chapter-length: 1500 -2000 Here you can support me!! https://www.patreon.com/scionofmanu
Drona's Sashtragar
Hidden in the lead sky, above the floating platform, Balinor watched as his shield flickered and vanished. The giant wave washed away the platform. The nilthi amber stone melted away like butter. Balinor shied. The watcher would blame the lad's death on him.
But the dwarf could do nothing. Though like everything else here, he too was born from the chaos, he had no control over these natural forces.
His years-long meditation revealed to him two things:- who he was and why he was there.
As for the place, he had no idea. Long ago on the invisible mountain of xunor-xophura (caste of gold: ancient name of Ahom), he had met an old Suta. The white-bearded man, whose eyes had the wisdom of stars, told him what his birthplace was called. And the tale of the unnamed god, whose idol humbled the heaven.
"You smell like chaos, warrior. " the old suta had said, holding his gaze. "This Suta reckon you are the fabled Pitr-hin (fatherless) of Garbha."