Shaman King Books Novels & Stories

111 Laurann Dohner “Yes, but the males would kill anyone who touched one of their mates. You met Tammy and Valiant. He doesn’t like other males to look at her. She willingly submits to him and has given herself to him totally but they share love. Valiant would tear someone apart with his bare hands if he thought she was threatened, Jessie. That is the danger with our men and we had to consider what would happen if one of them had love for a woman who didn’t return it. He’d never hurt her but we think any male who tried to touch her would lose a body part. I understand the fear our kind feels for sex with humans and it is reasonable. If you do decide to have sex with Flame, I need to school y

Clio said and Erica nodded with an impressed look on her face. “That sounds so magical, So, Dominic is the king of Heaven?” she asked and Jenny nodded, “Yes, we learned about all of this in last ten years since we are here. The ‘Book of Kingdoms’ contain it all,” she said and raised two fingers at the shelf, “Give me the ‘Book of Kingdoms’” she said in commanding manner, the books moved and a book in black color moved out of a shelf and floated in front of them, the book floated to the table and was placed on it elegantly. Erica whistled lowly, “Will I be able to do that?” she asked as she touched the book, the velvet covering it was so soft and silky. She had never touched a more expensive

As I wandered from one aisle to the next, I found myself whispering silent prayers to the Goddess, asking for a clue, a name, anything that might save us both. Then I saw it. King’s Rot. The title, stamped in faded gold across a dark leather spine, caught my eye from between a thick medical text on lycan physiology and a tablet docked on the shelf beside it. My breath caught. I reached for it, easing the book free with both hands. The leather creaked softly as I opened it. Its pages were brittle with age, their edges yellowed and worn, yet the writing remained remarkably clear. Notes from healers long gone filled the margins, written in different hands and different inks, as though each had

"The Origin of the Sea Dragons... The Origin of the Merfolk... The Origin of the Sea Serpents... The Origin of the Octopus Clan..." Anna quietly read the titles of the books Theo had placed on the table before her. "So, these are the only four histories I need to learn?" she asked. "Yes, Your Majesty." Theo nodded. "In this world, there are only four kingdoms: the Sea Dragon, the Sea Serpent, the Merfolk, and the Octopus." Anna frowned thoughtfully. As far as she knew, there were countless kinds of sea creatures. What about crabs? Jellyfish? Why were there only four kingdoms?

“I would ask the question without making it a command.” The shaman tried to take Fake Logan's hand again, but Caine stopped him. For the first time, Caine saw a flash of irritation in the man's face. He didn't respond to Caine this time, but turned to the King. King Silas addressed Caine. “Please move away.”

I nodded. “The Oakangan pack in BC.” I offered, and she nodded. “They had the last shaman before, the one that we have today.” Rowan pointed out. Toya nodded. “Exactly. And the Shaman left them a vision that has been passed down since her time.” “What?” Rowan’s hand tightened again, accidentally pulling me closer to his side. “I wasn’t informed.”

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

Calix asked after a long moment of silence, pulling out a book from the small stack on my desk. “That is a book of tales and myths about our people.” I said, smiling when he placed the book next to me on the loveseat. “It holds the story of the original Shifters and the Four Sacred Dragons that founded the four Kingdoms.” Calix climbed onto the seat and grabbed the book, raising it to me as he settled against the armrest. “Would you like me to read it to you?” I smiled as he nodded again, his brown hair bouncing around as he leaned in a little closer.

Molly says to Ziigwan trying to keep her voice down. I can even hear her heart beat and her breathing, but she doesn't know that and she doesn't need to. "Oh please. We are friends since we were both in diapers. He's my Ogimaa, my king. We're like brother and sister." Ziigwan replied. Ouch. That hurts. Not much. She's lying. I could listen to her heart rate incensing. She was affected by me. "Hum hum, right." Molly added. I turned around and get to the next class AP chemistry. I like it but I prefer to learn herbal medicine with one of the Healers.