Shaman King Oc Novels & Stories

The city of Oaksherd was a grand kingdom in the south filled with as many supernaturals as possible. Their King Damon who happen to be human though it was rumored that he wasn’t just human despite how long he had been King ruled the city with a selfish and strict hand making sure that he maintained peace and sovereignty. Three horses galloped into the city, the man in the middle had an arrow to his stomach, once he got to the castle he was taken to one of the rooms immediately.

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.

Alpha Ken smiles as Blade ends the call, this is the information he was looking for, if the Shifter King was in the AshMane Kingdom’s main Den then the two Omegas he was searching for were there as well. Alpha Ken knew that even with High Elder Blade’s help there probably wasn’t a way to get his hands on the Omega Elizabeth while she was within the AshMane Kingdom and with the new Shifter King nearby, he needed an opportunity where both Omegas were vulnerable allowing him to get his hands on them.

Prince Deacon played dumb. “I can f*cking smell her so stop playing me for a fool,” Queen Lana said, her voice lined with anger, her authority bringing Prince Deacon down on one knee followed by the other. “She left,” Prince Deaocn sayodthrough grinding teeth, his eyes forced to the ground. With Prince Deacon on his knees, the shaman placed an obedient spell on him. “It is done,” the Shaman said, hating that he had to do this to Prince Deacon.

she snarled, scanning me from head to toe. Then her eyes widened. “You look… Different.” Before I could respond, Ryan scoffed. “She’s clearly abusing the Alpha King’s hospitality,” he spat. “She must be eating all of the expensive food and using Phantom Pack’s resources to improve herself instead of serving the pack, like an Omega should.” “What a jerk!” my wolf growled. I was angry too. However, I feared causing a scene. Besides, I worried the Alpha King would agree with him and think of me as a leech.

Yael continued, with a wry smile on his face, but a smile after all. The shaman hummed, nodded her head and gestured for us to come closer to her. We made our way through the crowd, but every person that we passed by looked at me as if I was a foreigner. As if I wasn’t their Queen, their Alpha. But even when I felt that rejection I couldn’t help feeling captivated by them. I could barely see everything around me for I was starting to get dizzy but I saw the weird patch, clothing that the Shaman had. Her skin had been darker than mine for above the pale tint that it had now, the color looked darker but beautiful. Before I knew it Yael and I were stepping on the throne and the pedestal. My fat

KING OMAS' POV:- Wearing my robe, I stepped out of my bedroom. My crown was on my head. I made my way straight towards the hall of throne. My name is King Omas. And I am the king of one of the few supernatural creature kingdoms. There were not many left. The humans took over all the Kingdoms. And we became minors. Humans were tricky. With all our powers, we still lost the fight against them. I was one of the rarest kind. I was a werelion. I was the only one living. In my kingdom, there were all kinds of creatures. And I was their king. And I did everything I could to keep it balanced.

I hissed in pain and dropped my hand, the tears finally surfacing. Everywhere was quiet, people obviously wondering why he was acting that cruel to me. Today was supposed to be our happiest day. Despite our differences. "In the name of the goddess of Abyshama, I declare this union blessed and fruitful and the King and his Queen many years of happiness. And So shall it be. You may kiss your mate." At the words from the shaman, my husband’s chest rumbled with a loud growl of objection. He turned and walked out of the hall, not caring one bit that I was still standing there.

She was the Omega Queen, and her kingdom was the darkness. Kaelen's presence was a constant, warm hum beneath her skin, a steady anchor in the churning sea of her new reality. It wasn't a conversation, but a silent, unwavering support. She could feel his focus, his grim determination, and it fueled her own. He was moving on a grand scale, a king reclaiming his board. She would be his knife in the dark, his whisper in the crowd.

the king said dismissively, avoiding your gaze as he inspected his coffee, as though the answer lay at the bottom of the dark liquid. "Shamans won’t bring someone back from death, even if you demand it," you challenged, leaning forward slightly, your skepticism clear. "Who said anything about Shaman magic?" the king gave you a sharp look, his eyes narrowing. "So the enchanting world is back in with the Lycans then?" you asked in disbelief, setting your cup down with a clink that echoed slightly in the morning air. "Don’t be so shocked. Haven’t you been using them to hide yourself and your lover boy?" the king teased, a sly smile spreading across his face.