Shaman King Novels & Stories

Freddy spoke again after seeing Duendera a little confused. "Who you really are ... You are the son of king Drieshan Keshin and queen Drieshan Vorina." Freddy's serious face said he said. Kei who was next to him was a little surprised to hear from Freddy. Duendera smiled knowing that the king's son was still alive and in front of her now, Kei should have asked her to call him by the name of the golden lord. Shima and grandmother gu's calmly listened.

And it is truly a blessing from the gods, from the great Spirit. The memory of Banaua played on her mind as well. How she and her sister were anointed by the late Alpha, by the King. Announcing to the Kingdom that they’re the most powerful Black and Yellow Shaman, trusted and loved by everyone. It was one of the most memorable days of her life. The part wherein she remembered her mother’s proud eyes and warm smile. The day when she was proclaimed as the Black Shaman of the Kingdom of Shaldan. The face of the late Alpha disappeared from her mind and Bathal’s shadow appeared in front of her. She saw how the young boy grew up to be such a fine young king.

I had never met any of the other kings but had heard about the various shifter kings of our realm. There were four ruling kings: my father, King Alexander of the werewolves, King Phanton Armand of the were-cats, King of the rogues, and then the king of the bears, whose name I did not know. They just called him King. There was another King, said to rule the jungle, but he had not been heard of in many years.

The sadistic laughter of the soldiers who carried out the sentence was engraved in my mind, and I loathed it. “I told you it’s not just rumors! The king’s siblings and cousins are here. I hear his aunt is too,” Sienna whispered urgently in my ear. “Really?” I stopped chopping the carrots and turned to face her. A few days ago, something shocking had circulated. One of the king’s brothers, Prince Samyl, was dead—not just any death, but a gruesome one. Despite this region being a hybrid territory, there are no more than ten full hybrids, and all of them are the current royal family.

"Shaman, will this pain harm the child in my womb?" "Let me check," the shaman said, placing her hand just above my stomach. She closed her eyes and began to cast an ancient detection spell. A few minutes later, she snapped her eyes open, her face a mask of shock and awe. "This... this power..." her hand trembled as she pulled it back. "His soul... it was forged by the Moon Goddess herself. This child is not just an heir. He is a born king."

He looked amazed. "The Sea has given us a gift," Kaelo said. His voice was very deep. It was like thunder. To his left was Mako. He was the Hunter. He was lean and very strong. He carried a spear made of bone. He looked at Ava’s legs like he was hungry. To the right was Tane. He was the Shaman. He had feathers in his hair and smelled like sweet flowers and earth. He looked at her like she was a magic jewel. Behind them were two giants who looked exactly the same. Bane and Jiro. The Twins. They were massive. Their arms were thicker than Ava’s waist. They looked at each other and smiled.

Chapter 23; Megan has found a new mate! “How does that make you feel?” The Shaman continued to ask. “I feel empty, incomplete and useless.” Jake started breaking into tears. The Shaman signed as sadness and dread sipped into his heart. This was real trouble. Trouble that could cost them their lives. He kept his composure because he wasn't one to show distress that easily.

he threw back as he made his way to the door “yes love” mave threw back making his brother go “love why is he love?” consus said, he heard as mave purred softly “because now YOU’RE my king” “i... i am?” his brother stuttered back

"I do not take orders from a regent who lets a snake speak for his ancestors. If I release this boy, he leaves this room alive only because I choose not to waste the ink." "Release him," I told Kaelen softly. Kaelen looked at me, the tension in his massive shoulders dropping an inch. He threw Derek down. Derek hit the bloody floor, coughing violently, clutching his throat as he crawled toward the Shaman's white robes. "The soul-line does not lie," the Shaman said, ignoring Derek entirely. He stepped to the center of the room, his gray fingers wrapping around the bone charms on his staff. "If the Princess is bound to the North, the silver will shine clear. If she is bound to the South or to t

It was an old manuscript detailing the lineage of the First Shaman, a history that had been intentionally buried by the Southern packs for generations to ensure my ancestors remained nothing but myth. "You're reading too early again, little bird," a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the doorway. I didn't need to turn around to know the expression on Silas’s face. The massive Lycan King stepped into the light, wearing only a loose linen tunic and his dark leather trousers. The fierce, terrifying warlord who had cleaved through five hundred mercenaries at the Whispering Pass was gone, replaced entirely by the man whose amber eyes held nothing but raw, exposed devotion whenever he looked at me.