Shaman Gods Novels & Stories

She was asking me to understand. “Shamans are like grandmother?” I tilted my head and Carl laughed. “Yes, and no.” This time it was him. “We are blessed by the goddess, but our gifts are different. We connect to the land and the goddess. But we mostly get these feelings.” “Feelings?”

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.