Path Of The Shaman Novels & Stories

The night was gentle, with the lights shining brightly. I knew, at that moment, that my life was finally on its rightful track, free from lies and suffering; just the courage and strength to grow toward the light, wherever it led me.

The supernatural community has a heavy fear of being found out, with good reason. The same way I can’t be found out. It’s not like I have anyone watching my back to sweep my problems under the rug. So, I’ll play my part. I let the men flank me, steering me onto a side path that will lead me farther into the woods. It winds up toward the foothills. The smell of their excitement is pungent, drowning out the smell of the earth around us.

I cast a glance back at the wall, where Derrick was pacing in frantic confusion. "I have nothing to do with them anymore." The rogues' eyes darted to the sword at my hip—the unmistakable weapon of the warrior they feared. Murmurs rippled through their ranks, and then, as if by silent agreement, they parted, giving us a clear path through. We rode without looking back and soon arrived at our new home, Silvani Pack. It was smaller than the Lupusumbra Pack had been, but the people were kind. When they heard we had been sent by the Alpha King to lead them, they eagerly returned to their homes, gathering food to share with us in welcome.

The shaman had just finished her isolation in the shrine for forty days and her child was picking herbs to make her food after staying that way without food but only water for those days. The shaman walked outside to see the clouds enveloping the evening sun and in a matter of minutes, the sun was enveloped in the cloud, making everywhere dark all of a sudden. “This is an ominous sign. This is not good” she sighed as she panicked and ran to meet her child in the kitchen.

It was a very dangerous path. ********* "Where are we going?" I snapped at Jake as he took me further into the forest. Just a few minutes after I was discharged from the hospital, he came and told me there was a very important place we had to go, and it was almost nightfall. "I am taking you to the person who will help you forget about that wolf girl. He is the most powerful shaman with a lot of connections with ancient magic." He replied, and I shrugged. "I hope it works."

Chapter One hundred and Forty One The next day the shamy comes back with Scott and found the lake glowing with silver color, with her still inside asleep which surprised even the shaman due to the fact that it has never happened before now, but he swallowed his surprise and did the necessary incantation and them the forces holding her released her and she landed on the floor, and something funny happy , the ground turned to the natural way, and the shaman laughed and told them that the hidden realm has accepted Thier passage , he brought out a map that has in x 's where the 7 monuments are located.

The Shaman’s name, I eventually learned, was Mora. It meant ‘bitterness’ or ‘fate’ in an ancient language, and both fit. She wasn’t concerned about my pain; she focused on my potential for destruction. She understood that the pain from rejection was a renewable source of energy. She aimed to teach me how to harness it.

The shaman said. He brought out a clabbash from the tote bag he was hanging on his shoulders. He held the calabash in his hand and started to pour purple powder on the floor in a circular pattern. After he had completely drawn a circle using the purple power, he kept the clabbash on the floor outside the circle and then he removed his shoes.

It had been a very long time since he saw the hideous man, and he thought that ordeal was all over till yesterday night. The Shaman had showed up in his dream and had basically stated he was going astray in the plans they and initially he couldn't remember the details of the dream quite clearly but it started with the Silver haired girl walking away from him very fast,he followed her hoping to catch up with her but even at that she was too fast for him. When she had finally stopped it was infront of a familar cabin, he walked in and saw the Shaman sitting criss-crossed on the floor chanting and mumbling words he didn't understand.

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.