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."

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.

It was so weird to even think about it. “Nature doesn’t have the answer to it. I apologize.” Hinata hummed inwardly. The answer from the shaman was enough to prove her point. The cult had indeed spread amongst her subordinates. “I will uproot the problem from the inside. Can you help me to point out the major issue? I will try to release you along the way.” The shaman scoffed, her satirical smile decorating her lips. “What a heavy punishment for a light accusation.” Hinata pressed her lips, thin. She was surely guilty for taking advantage of the shaman. Conan was looking at her as if she had no dignity left too.

"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

My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation. “He likely wanted to return the money for the same reason,” the Shaman added with a knowing smile. “‘Will this dead spirit drag me to hell, too? I’ll give back what I took. Please spare me!’” She laughed, but I noticed Chairwoman’s gaze shift toward me. Chairwoman’s right hand moved close to mine as she spoke again. “But she’s alive, right?” Her hand reached for mine, seeking reassurance. The Shaman’s expression grew distant, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I’m not sure. From what I see, she’s neither fully dead nor truly alive.”

The northern shamans arrived beneath falling snow, and that fact alone irritated Halrem. Silverhall had spent generations refining elegant ceremonial traditions founded upon silver banners, polished marble, disciplined processions, and restrained grandeur. The Black Dominion, meanwhile, seemed convinced that diplomacy improved dramatically when accompanied by wolf pelts, bone charms, and mystics who looked capable of accidentally cursing an entire harvest. The palace servants feared them the moment they arrived. Halrem considered that an entirely reasonable instinct. She first encountered the shamans during the final fitting consultation for the imperial wedding garments, where suffocating l

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.

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.