Plural Shaman Novels & Stories

Maya stood near the wall, arms crossed, watching me with concern. The Shaman's attention shifted to me. Her cracked lips pulled back in what might have been a smile or a snarl. "Þú verður að endurnýja tengslin." You must renew the bond. "No," I said. Simple. Final. The Shaman took a step forward. Several parents moved back. "Þá munu fleiri börn deyja." Then more children will die. Cole found his spine again. "That's not—we've separated the sick from the healthy. The children, even the animals. We have it under control now."

Patrick and Phillips began to chant, the crystals from the glove shone brighter as the chanted and harmonious rhythm, Lyra felt the flow of energy rushing through every part of her body. The atmosphere became suffocated, then eased into a relaxing air. They stopped and turned saying: “So as you must have heard, there are several types of supernatural beings using magic, through blood, nature, and even the spirit but the shamans' are the oldest of them all, for many years, shamans have been protectors of the spirit realm, shielding the path of life and death.” As he spoke, Lyra listened attentively. “They protect the world against creatures like Ogres that come to feast on flesh and blood. Th

"Shamans, or mortal human beings who can communicate with the voices of other worlds, are rare, and powerful beings who can venture into the immortal lands, in and out of the cosmic lands, without losing their sanity, and only a fragment of their lives in the journey. Six shamans are born in every century. They are granted a lifetime longer than that of the mere mortals, which erodes away as they venture into the lands which are unsuited to their physique. They are the messengers of the future in all of the lands, and that is why it is but their onus to keep journeying into the worlds.

From the color alone, he had no appetite. “I didn’t mix anything in it.” Aruna looked up. “I didn’t mix it with poison, or witchcraft from a shaman. I’m not that old-fashioned.” “Shaman?” Saka frowned. He had heard the word Shaman but forgot what it meant. Understandably, he spent more time abroad than in his own country. “Yes. Don’t you know what a shaman is?” “What is it?” “A shaman is a kind of witch in Indonesia. A shaman carries out tasks according to his client’s request. If I ask him to make you like me, he will do it.”

Let’s start, the shaman said as he brought out a book. Cadio, Cadio, evil shall not escape me, Cadio, Cadio, Feng shui sealers legend shall never end, Cadio, Cadio, my mouth cast seal and my hands perform them,Cadio , Cadio, let the spirit of every past feng shui sealer be my guide, The shaman said as all the talisman in the shrine like house lit up, he seem to be totally following a different part of chant this time around. “Bloody puppet” the shaman said as the molten image that Gao yu parents saw the first time they came floated up before them.

"I'm glad you see it that way. The old shaman has been a trusted advisor to our pack for generations. He is very knowledgable." ~-~ Later in the evening, we visit the shaman's house. He greets us with a serene smile. We explain what we need while he stares at us intently. "The path of mastering one's powers is not an easy one, but it is a journey worth undertaking. One can find balance and control with dedication, patience, and a deep understanding of oneself." "Err...okay. Can you explain that in plain English, please?" Ivy remarks.

We folded our legs as we sat on the floor staring at the shaman who was bantering with her instrument. "We are here for what I told you about." Aunt Andrea broke the silent and the shaman cleared her throat. "Not meant to be, not meant to be." That was the Shaman's words that hit me like draggers, my eyes were spread open. "What do you mean?" I asked anxiously. "He is your soulmate and not your mate. You can only be in love but can't stay together forever. It only takes guts, can he win the race between mates?" The shaman's eyes locked with mine and I swallowed hard.

I snapped out of my reverie and proceeded with the main reason why we had called in the first place. "I want to know how to reverse the effects of that potion. I'm tired of living with this disability. I'm a ticking time-bomb." "The shaman is usually in his shrine. I'll check him out. I just hope Damian hasn't bought him over to his dark side." I hoped so too. He's the only one that'll have a solution to my wolf problem right now. The pack shaman is chosen by the moon goddess, and acts as a descendant of the moon goddess. It is said that they're usually able to hear directly from the moon goddess herself.

"We have the same case." The shaman looked into the fire; his eyes were focused on the two travelers, which are planning to cross the mountain. Ever since, he heard about that samurai, he was constantly looking for him. He was directly involved in his ghost business, something was wrong about that warrior. Maybe, he's a spirit too. Safe travels, he thought. Who, ever you are. We only met through dreams. You have something I want. Maybe, we could help each other. Who knows? I'm waiting.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of sage and the pulsing rhythm of drums linking their connection with Mother Earth, as the Shamans chanted, the atmosphere charged with light, a powerful counterforce against Shade's dark demonic nature. Rose stood side by side with Alma as five more shamans joined them. Their eyes locked on Shade, as they summoned the fiercest of their ancestral spirits, the great Thunderbird, to join their fight. The sky above grew dark, and bolts of lightning illuminated the valley, striking the ground mere feet from Shade, the thunder roared as their spiritual battle raged on.