Shaman King Novels & Stories

I know it's GP also a King of the Society I smile and replied with my hello to her, she even introduces her wife scarlet Santos, of course, she's the famous designer. other kings even greet me and introduced e me there self's I was being friendly here, then Shun introduces to me the silent one of them it's King Zairen of course I know her coldness, she's ruthless in business and all and so cold so she's that cold even if she's with her friends. I was like being circled with a handsome lesbian in the area, of your course don't know but why me? she even chose to date me Shun has so many Slave's so why me right?.

As I talk right now, the kingdom of Archer is finding it very difficult to free themselves from the damage done to them, they lost their warriors, lost most of the women and all their prisoners were freed, in fact, I was told how that they are no more warriors in the kingdom of Archer, and that it was because they were slaughtered in the valley of Ama, my Kings, we all know how powerful that Shamugar, the late king of Acher was, how he was seen as the god of the southern kingdoms until the day he died. Please my kings, I beg for a rethink." "Which rethink!" another elder interrupted. "My kings, and fellow elders, I greet you. how long shall will be rethinking? let us not allow fear to creep

I smiled at him. “I hope you have no eye for her.” I said jokingly. “Ah! No. Besides, she is so saved and I even doubt she ever have sex.” Ken said and sipped his coffee, making me nearly laugh at how he said it. “You are so funny. She has a vagina like any other women.” I told Ken. “And she is a Kamba too.” Ken said. “What do you mean?” I asked Ken. “Kamba ladies love sex, they never say no. if you seduce a Kamba woman and she denies you, you are bewitched or under a spell.” Ken said jokingly.

The Shaman pretend to be dead for as long as he could and started to crawl out of the burning house, towards the kitchen, hoping that it had a back door like all houses. With his hand on his throat, he started to run through the backyard before climbing over the first wall. ‘That b*tch, I have been serving here for over a millennium and she just tried to kill me as if I am nothing? I will end her,’ the Shaman vowed, ‘but first I need to survive; I need to find Wynn.’ The Shaman went rogue the moment his throat was slit so that Queen Lana and the pack will think him dead. The shaman took out his phone and called Wynn but he was barely able to speak so he put the phone down again and tried to

The king’s fingers brushed her cheek. Cold. Deliberate. Claiming. Then he stepped aside. And the shaman appeared. She was older than the others—wrinkled skin covered in ritual scars, hair woven with feathers and small animal bones. Her eyes were clouded white, but they missed nothing. She dipped her fingertips into a bowl of ash and crimson sap. Then she reached into the cage. Jenna didn’t move. The shaman pressed her thumb to Jenna’s forehead, dragging a long streak down the center.

A small voice interrupted and Xavier came in through the wide open doors running towards the king and a second later Shamma emerged running after him "Xavier wait that is my teddy give it back give it!" Xavier ran over to hide behind his father's throne before Shamma caught up with him.They chased after each other racing around the King's throne while the present trio watched with amusement.Tamera could not help laughing earning Shamma's attention "Oh wow Tamera you are here?!"she said looking gracefully at her,"Xavier look lady Tamera is here!"she said to Xavier who stood a distance away from her.He turned to look at Tamera then frowned before looking back at Shamma

"We would know if we were in the presence of someone that evil. I just know it. He's not evil." I busted up laughing. What? He's not evil? Thats the best joke I've ever heard. "He killed our parents. Our pack. Hell! I don't even know where the remainder of my pack even is! How does any of that not affect you?" I'm so done with this conversation. "Because he was blinded and forced to do it. We have to show him the truth. He's our King." She whines.

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.

He looked at the three and smiled just then one of the men came up to him again. “My king I am Bahu, one of your own, son of a Funni.” Said the first. And likewise so the second came up to him and accordingly said so. “My king I am Keshi son of Kunanta, the Funni clan.” The king smiled at him as he looked unto the third and the man reluctantly approached him and knelt just like the other two had and said. “My Lord, I am Kabahka…son of a Samari…cl..a…n.” He could not finish when the king’s eyes opened wide in all expression he had been fooled, his face was dampened as he squeezed his nose.

“Wake up.” King didn’t respond. Kane pressed the back of his hand to King’s neck. He’s burning up. He shook him harder. “Wake up, moron.” Slowly, King’s amber eyes fluttered open, hazy and weak. Kane looked away, unable to hold his gaze. 'He looks pathetic right now.' His mind screamed at him to take advantage of the situation. Shouldn’t he be enjoying this? Seeing King in such a state? But his feet wouldn’t move away.