Shaman Gods Novels & Stories

Hayden warned. Sunshine rolled her eyes heavenward in disgust at Hayden, just like girls occasionally use eye-rolling as an immature act of aggression. "What do you want to know?" "Everything, Let's start with why we Shamans have power. Sit tight and take hold, please." "There are many legends about how we get our power, but the most widely spread one is that we are messengers for the deities. We believed that Nuwa created the human beings with her image, in order to rule the uncivilized citizens, they wired us shamans with power to communicate with them. We all know that the ancient gods all fail in the battle, but the power we are equipped by God, who are gifted with a remarkably powerful

“From the ancients, we were called many names, but our tribes thrive through the test of time, and as such, we have been revered as the Shamans, healers of the old, who to souls and spirits are but a friend.” “Shaman. Shaman,” repeated Laura, brushing her forefinger and thumb together. “As far as I remember, your kind are those who are open to the vast reality of two worlds. One from those who each one of us can see with our naked eyes, and the others who were merely a wasp of smoke with regards to this realm.”

They don't even look at me. Well, shamans tend to blend in. We are made to be unnoticed by most people around us. I don't have an exact explanation for that but I guess the moon goddess is trying to protect the oldest tribe of her race. Eastern Tribe was the oldest tribe that was ever created ever since. Most of us are gifted and we call ourselves shamans. We are the real guardians of Eastern powers and cultures. They were just adapted by humans, especially in Eastern Asia. Not long enough, Devon appeared and started to announce his unspeakable lies.

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.