Shaman King Oc Novels & Stories

With trembling fingers, I pulled out the heavy silver necklace hidden beneath my tunic—the only heirloom my mother had left me, an ancient artifact my old pack had laughed at, calling it cheap Omega trash. I held it up to the moonlight. It was an exact match. Every line, every curve, every single sapphire stone was identical. I wasn't an accidental refugee. I was the literal key to the Lycan King's salvation—or his ultimate destruction. Suddenly, a loud rustling broke out in the thick bushes, and stepping out from the swirling fog was a tall, hooded figure holding a twisted wooden staff. A Shaman. Her blind, milky eyes locked directly onto the silver amulet glittering in my hand, and a terri

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."

He did that for a couple of times until he exhaled and smiled to Shaun. "How could I deprived of you that?" he chuckled. "Your father must be jealous of me, having this chance to see you grow into a man he wanted you to be. Son, be a king you think is worthy for the kingdom. I would stay by your side, no matter what." Priam said and patted Shaun's shoulders. "I would be honored to serve you until forever, King Shaun." Winter suddenly said, kneeling down as he put his hand against his chest. "I would gladly support you in any way possible, your majesty." Loki said and copied Winter.

Seeing Lucas not ready to stop, Owen dropped a bombshell. He shouted, "There's no running away this time, Lucas, because THE SHELL CLAN will be coming to the ceremony tomorrow!!" "Shell Clan," Lucas mumbled in disbelief. His feet stopped right there. Seeing Lucas no longer walking, Owen mumbled under his breath, "The arrow hit the dart, finally!" Owen was as happy as Larry on seeing Lucas turning around. While he was doing so, Owen said in a tone bearing pride, "I have specially invited the Shell Clan to come over tomorrow!"

"Sam had to have seen the riverboat explode. He'll be searching, He is an x-navy seal, It won't take him long to find us. ( In Sam's lifetime he had joined many wars, as a high-ranking officer, he also flew military Helicopters, all while pretending to be Human, before they all revealed themselves, and now they live among us openly). We both froze when we heard someone clear his throat. A dark figure stepped forward out of thin air, revealing a chiseled face and a regal presence. "I am King Shade Marcus, the ruler of the Vampire Kingdom," he announced, his voice commanding attention. "And you, Raven, are a fascinating creature," he says with a devious smile. My eyes narrowed. "What do you wa

I grabbed a glass and filled it with wine and handed it over to Hozan, who dropped a little of the red liquid on his palm and licked it before giving it to his King. Wow! "You have highly trained men and better warriors. Why don't you lead your men to stop the King of Sethum." Another King said. "Highly trained men? You flatter me, King Herod." The King narrowed his eyes at the man. Anyone with his or her six senses would realize that the atmosphere had changed into a tense one. "It's not exactly a bad thing, King Damien. Leading your men to conquer the Kingdom of Sethum and Fruisca would enlarge your coast and make you the King of everyone here." King Herod continued, still oblivious to the

Dominic and Aiden are standing in the centre, surrounded by so many werewolves and witches. Everyone’s eyes dart in my direction, and I wish I could die. “I have brand new information from a reliable source,” Oscar continues. “I was told that this amazing Lycan King of ours is not really a Lycan King. He is a shape shifter,” he makes a disgusted face.

Leo smiled placing a kiss on my lips, his words sweet as I rested my forehead on his. “The Outcast Claimed by the King.” I smiled looking that very King in the eyes, after twenty years of searching… I’d found my place. ~The End~