Shaman Gods Novels & Stories

On his sixth day of staying in the village, Ley had verified that there were actually no forbidden sacrifices being done there. The natives did believe that to please the local deities and get good harvest or game when hunting, they have to offer some livestocks. The ceremony would be officiated by a local priests, no, they were closest to beings called shamans. These people would recite and sing some unintelligible words and phrases while the other folks danced around a tall fire. Then the shaman reciting in the middle would enter a weird entranced state and then start a solo folk dance.

Sasha replied, referring to a type of encyclopedia. “He picked a bad time to have his thing,” Temujin grumbled, sounding torn. “How can we leave him behind?” “Simple. Just say goodbye to him.” “What?” “Most village shamans are chūnins from the south,” Sasha explained. “Brown Slayers. It’s because northerners value reason and science so much that they sometimes forget the spiritual side of things. Shamans from the south remind us about that spirituality. And as you might have heard, brown Slayers have the talent of zoopathy, the ability to speak with land animals.”

the Forest God looked at them. They waited. “I have decided to share the papyrus equally,” the Forest God had a smile that went from ear to ear. The people gathered the papyrus, and without a word left for their homeland. The forest god turned. He looked at the shaman. “How long are you going to stand there?” he said. “You can see me?” the shaman asked. “Yes.” “How is that possible?” “I am a Forest God. I can see a lot of things.” “Why am I here?”

He wants everyone in the throne to hear what the God's have to say now if possible. The Shaman said it would be possible as he makes some incantations and begin to dance. He spreads a clothe on the floor and begins to dance round in a very funny way. At some points he will howl and change his steppings. After some minutes he he went down on his knees on the clothes and continued to dance. The pace begins to reduce and finally he stopped and greeted everyone. Though this time around he speaks like a spirit with eyes turned pure white. He praised the Alpha for the successful journey. He told everyone to thank the moon goddess to have made them a member of Silver Fur's Park because their Alpha

He smirked and looked back at me. “Get dressed. We will wait in here. When you are ready come out and talk to us.” He shut the door behind him. I took a deep breath. What the hell is going on? Two fucking full-blooded gods are in my apartment. Not just any gods my gods the goddess of the moon the mother of all werewolves and Lycans, Selene. Typhon was also here the god of the dragons, one of the strongest gods there is.

And I stopped punching and leaned my forehead against my arm that was glued to the wall. Rence touched my shoulder. "We will find her. We will not let Zack get her. Everything will be alright. Sophie is strong and will not let Zack get her just like that," said Blaze. And because of that, I calmed down a bit and I went back to my seat earlier. They were all sitting down. Until now, the dear king is still there. "Father, how is onerex performed?" Drake asked. "By drinking the legendary goddess's blood and then forcing them to drink your blood; but, only people who are blood-related to that legendary goddess can do so, and they must be someone incredibly evil and powerful," the king explained.

Father never allowed us to come to this planet; he originates this planet for creatures, humans. But now I am here; confused where are these creatures, Initially, I roamed the surface in my spirit, taking no form. After a few days, I saw creatures who looked liked us; they have their own body. While observing them; I shape-shift myself into them, a human It was an undemanding job for me; master of shape-shift; my strength. I learned the way they live their lives, observing them from a distance helped me to build myself like them. As a human, it was easy for me to get food and shelter.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess. Chapter 1: The Child Without a Name (Part I) In the Celestial Realm, every divine birth was an event of cosmic celebration. When a god or goddess welcomed a new life into being, the massive Pillars of Heaven would groan as they etched the newborn's name into eternal stone. Sacred, resonant bells would ring across every divine territory, and rivers of liquid golden light would flood the skies for seven days and seven nights, signaling to all of creation that another immortal soul had taken its place in the cosmos.

True until the very end, Shammuramat was like me, an outsider. She never again spoke of her people, but I saw that void haunting her eyes that came from having no place to call home - akin to me. Umma was nothing more than a dusty mound the last time I went back. I had found onagers grazing in the inner sanctum of the temple of Shara, once so forbidden and frightening. The herd wasn't afraid to graze on the hallowed grounds. I still believed in gods and goddesses. I just hated them for their false favors, their insatiable hunger and their conviction that they were better than humanity.

Never have I bothered until now. She nods taking it in, “So, I have a soul and you have an essram and yet I am your soulmate or… what was the word you used?” “Animai.” “Yes, that. There are six other Gods, why would you be saddled with a human?” she asks in confusion.