A young man named Kyle Strite lives in a modern day world with cities and many other things you have probably seen. Except for a whole other dimension called the beast dimension where beasts of all kinds live together. Follow Kyle and his friends as he learns a very important lesson in life with the help of magic.

When Laidu, a half-human, half-dragon Ranger, rescues a mysterious girl from slavers, he doesn't know it but he's in for a world of trouble. Teaming up with an insane scholar, a chatty assassin, and two mercenaries, they go to take the girl -Kyra- home. But as they begin to journey onward, they are pursued by a relentless, unkillable monster, hellbent on ending Kyra's life. And Laidu is hearing voices in his head, voices beckoning him to join them in madness, to give in to the dragon within. In this world of old magic and ancient struggles, the Wheel of Time meets Skyrim in a tale of courage, love, heroism, and atonement where old kings rise and immortals die.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.