Plural Shaman Novels & Stories

Zephyr nods, but insisted on knowing more about the story, “Yes, yes, but do tell us about it.” “Well, some say that the shaman is an immortal that could heal any wound, sever or not. Some said that she was the first shape shifter that ever roam the earth. But, to tell you the truth, we thought of her as more than a tale or a fiction.” Bernard said to all of us. “What do you think?” Asked Aaron to Zephyr, it seems Zephyr was the decision maker of the three of them. “I think we need to go there, trying to find some answer.” Said Zephyr.

"I'm gonna beat out the information from you!" Even though Chaerin cannot touch humans in general, shamans were a different case. Since shamans were born with the ability to interact with dead souls, they can naturally see and feel the spirits even without contracts. Undertaker was one of the best shamans in the country. He was the one who bound Joonjae and Chaerin's marriage contract. "It's not my fault that you can't seduce your husband," Undertaker gagged. "I mean all you have to do is strip in front of him and he'll melt like any other men."

"It has never been attempted before and even if it were possible, it would require a delicate and complicated process, and even then, the results are not guaranteed." Bolton growled in frustration. "I don't care about the complications or the processes involved. I want to know if it's possible. If there's a way to take her power for myself." The doctor shook his head. "I cannot promise anything. We would be meddling with forces that are beyond our understanding. Shamans used to be rare and valuable members of the werewolf packs until they decided to leave to go learn about the universe's secrets. I would not advise that she be used as a tool for personal gain. Perhaps, if we were to persuade

I stop the grieving act and eye her with my brow raised, "What option?" "We're going to see a shaman," I choke on my saliva at the mention. What! She's kidding, right? Not another creature with spiritual connection towards nature! "I'm not going. Tell me, what's the difference between a witch and a shaman? I mean do you think she'll like to conspire with us against her kind?" " You can't conclude on that. The relationship between shamans and witches is largely unknown and we don't want to risk this. Except you're ready to loose the father of your child and your first mate?" Definitely not! " Fine, I agree. I'll go with you," Hope I don't get into a bigger problem with this step...

she stammered. “She’s supposed to restore the withered crops,” one of the shamans blurted. “Not destroy more.” “She’s Tainted!” another cried. The group erupted into murmurs and moans, their accusations growing louder until the Head Shaman slammed her staff into the ground with a sharp crack, silencing them all.

He had saved my life when I was a scrawny, terrified orphan fleeing my own personal hell, and he had just done it again. I owed him his life. I wiped my eyes, as a memory flashed in the dark corners of my mind. Years ago, when I was a quiet girl working in the lower levels of the Silver-Crest pack house, I had heard whispers about the shaman who lived in the valley. They said he wasn't just a healer; he belonged to an ancient order capable of soul-shifting— moving a spirit from a dying or trapped vessel into a new one, but only in special circumstances. Only if the person's journey on earth wasn't truly finished.

“I’m sorry. Just stay still ok? After a few weeks, if you don’t get another whipping, your skin will be as good as new again. I got this special treatment from a shaman. It is very effective.” “Wait…” Kiara got up quickly from the hard single bed. “Is that witchcraft? Isn’t that forbidden on pack grounds? I don’t want any of that dark magic around me.” Laura sighed and rolled her eyes before pulling Kiara back to lay on her belly again. “No, Kiara. A shaman is a werewolf with knowledge of magic while filthy witches and wizards have that shit flowing through their veins. I’d never give Blackmagic to you.” Laura assured. “Good.” Kiara said.

"That surprises you? He is really quite progressive. Look at the guard he has put together. You are still new to our world, so you probably don't realize just how powerful of an organization he has put together. Banshee is one of the most feared assassins in all the dark world." "Most, if not all of the weres here are strong enough to run their own territories, packs, prides, or nests if they so chose. And having a necromancer, a vampire-shaman, and even a poltergeist? And now, thanks to you, there may be a faerie sorceress here as well if Princess Coramen and Lord Stapleton can come to some kind of arrangement. It is unprecedented." NP "And yes, even Shane has some things to learn about oth

That was why he was here at the shaman’s sanctuary. Every werewolf pack from the very first one has always had a shaman, witch, oracle, or diviner, as the case may be. Different packs had different names for their wielders of the supernatural arts. However, the Blue Moon pack had always had a shaman for as long as Dean could remember. As a kid, Dean had found her alone on a fateful day in the forest near the sanctuary, picking strange flowers. He had offered to help, being the friendly kid he was, and she had promised to tell him a little about his future in return for his help.

"You're much older than you look." "No... please... I'll do anything—" "You know, it's cowardly to beg," I reminded him, looking away as I went back ot searching his memories. From years past, the Shaman of his tribe appeared in his memories that I now shared. She was wearing the skin of a regular wolf, and a wolf head on hers. She was holding a staff and wore other animal skins. She addressed the tribe around a fire circle.