Shaman Gods Mga Nobela at Kwento

The ritual started with a naked woman dancing at the circle, appeasing the spirit. Voices echoed as they chanted in old Za'arish—a language that was long dead— inviting an entity to appear before them. Sacred relics eerily fell from the pedestal as the ground vibrated along with a thunderclap. And the men saw the spirit materialized from the smoke that sent chill to their spine. But they didn't flinch— the ritual must go on. The chanting went louder as the heavy rain fell in the sky. They worshipped God's glory until dawn, and from the circle where the painted pentagram was, the floor begins to crumble, revealing a pool of lava underneath them.

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,

He smiled as he brushed a strand of her black curls from her face. "Do not fret Shrushaw; we will have many nights beneath the same moon in Kailash, every night for the rest of our lives." He spoke. She smiled. They talked, and in her innocence of the youth, she told him about the source. "So Shambala is sitting on this landmine of power and no one ever did anything about it?" He asked incredulously. Her face panicked," it is not like that Bhairav, we are the custodians of this power because the Gods trusted us. When the first king received this power, he promised that it would never be misused."

Vienna's POV: The howls of the pack still echoed in the air as the shaman stepped forward once more, raising her staff high. The wooden shaft was adorned with decorative carvings, glowing faintly under the flickering lanterns. “The bond is forged!” She declared, “Three souls have become one. Their fates are bound, their spirits entwined. From this night forth, let none challenge what the Moon Goddess has decreed!” She paused for a moment, before she continued her sentence;

We're not like others, my family is different, and coming from a different species means I'm more than just special, I'm special between the special people as well. Back in the day, when the gods ran the earth before humans took over and the new world was created, the gods had a love toward animals that had fur and fangs, long nails, and paws. Those animals walked on all four, but they didn't have any consciousness, they were animals, living in packs, running around, but they were guards, dog guards, but the gods needed their guards to be able to communicate with them, so they gave them some conscious, they made them human-like, and then they could shift into their animal form so they can pr

As the day came, five humans entered the temple. Alarc, from the mountain tribe, knelt before the god Absalom. He asked for the gifts of speed, strength, and everlasting life. Beom, from the forest tribe, knelt before the goddess Selene and asked for strength, speed and the ability to find one’s one true love. Arilia, from the plains tribe, knelt before the goddess Eurynome and asked for everlasting life, the power to communicate with nature and the ability to change their form. Malissie, from the desert tribe, knelt before the goddess Hecate and asked for the power to heal, the power to communicate with nature and to be able to predict the future.

“Does your pack have a shaman as well?” Aaron nodded. He hadn’t noticed it until now, but it had become a lot easier to talk about his pack of late. “Amethyst Wolves are one of the older packs with a fairly well-preserved pedigree. We have a shaman, alright. He’s an asshat. Like most shamans.” Aaron’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. Keyah’s lips curved in response. “Oh. Most shamans are asshats?” Aaron gave a half shrug as he walked toward her. “At least the ones I have met. They’re too full of themselves. Most of them are only good for one thing–predicting if someone is your fated mate.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

Arrogant. "The Goddess is a lie," I said. My voice strong and melodic. "I have seen the truth in the smoke. The Moon did not shatter for us. We shattered it. Our worship is vanity." The High Shaman did not argue. He simply gestured. Two Uruk guards grabbed my arms. They forced me to my knees. The High Shaman approached with a blade that glowed with white-hot Barzil runes. "If your voice speaks heresy," the High Shaman said calmly, "then your voice is the disease."