Shaman King Oc Novels & Stories

The shaman asks in a very shaky voice , and then gestures for Gemini and Scott to sit down , after sitting down , Gemini sighs, " It's a lot , but before I go on please why did you call me the choosen one, and please I need to know because I have had powers I don't understand and done things that I am not proud of , but the crazy part is I have lost the power and I don't understand what is going on, so I really need answers" The shaman clears his throat and then sits better , looks at the king

After Kaiser left, Amara looked angry, and so does Sharon. "Aunt Sharon, what is the meaning of this? First it was Dane, and now the Alpha king? What does that weak Omega has that is making these men so protective over her? If this continues, she will dance over my head after I mate with the King" Amara complained. Sharon gritted her teeth.

This time the world was still. A silver shore kissed by moonlight. And Kael whole, glowing, alive walked toward her dressed in ceremonial robes. His curse was gone. His smile brighter than she’d ever seen it. She turned and saw herself. But she wasn’t wearing Kael’s mark. She wore a crown an Oceanic Crown made of obsidian coral and moonstone shards. Behind her, the waters bowed, spirit beasts floating in reverence. Her heart clenched. She was Queen. She was powerful. But alone.

My Duskmoor office was different from my Ironveil study, sleeker, modern. Clean lines. Glass and chrome instead of oak and stone. It matched the city. Cold, efficient, unrelenting. As the door closed behind us, I stood still for a moment, letting the silence settle. --- SERAFINA'S POV. I was still reeling. Still trying to make sense of what I had just witnessed. Alpha King Daxton. With a child. A daughter. The image of her running into his arms wouldn’t leave my head. The way he smiled, soft and real, was so unlike anything I had ever seen on his face.

Without the King’s hand, the old rivalries reignited, but for once, the lords were too afraid of the ghost of Ragnar Thorne to move. The Alpha King had descended from his throne. The hunt had begun. And in the heart of the forest, miles away, Freya felt a sudden, sharp shiver run down her spine, a pull at the center of her soul that told her the shadows were no longer empty. The winter was coming for the flame, and it would not be denied.

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.

At first Kana was a bit worried for her sister but when she saw Damien , she took a breath of relief . " I see that you are going to marry my sister-in-law so I think we should set aside our grudges . " said king Damien . " Sister-in-law ?!..... " said Kana who didn't expect to be called like that by the king of the other world . " As long as my wife is happy and has forgiven you , I have forgiven you too and consider you as my sister-in-law . " said king Damien with a smile . " Thank you brother-in-law ! Charlotte , I am really happy for you really ." said Kana with a sincerely happy smile .

This was someone that General Samoa saw in his dreams every time he went to bed. “It really is the King,” General Samoa stuttered, losing his cool. How could he ever forget what the King looked like? How could he? Evil Eye was a skill that Chief Priest Kaka could not fake. Even H=General Samoa knew that. After all, this was a skill that they had relied upon several times in their war against the Cree Royal Family. He knew full well that what he was seeing was true; there was no falsehood in it! Memories of his first encounter with the King flashed past, and the emotions that he thought had died, bubbled to the surface again.

The room broke into murmurs and whisperings immediately. “Yes,” Romero insisted, raising his voice and stomping his foot. “there are no curses or spiritual bondages caused by the moon goddesses' supposed powers. The diseases will be cured if we can harness medicine and herbs. There will be abundant food and livestock once we begin to practice agriculture. Every one of us is going to live fine once we teach everyone and empower them such that they begin to live above the poverty line. You see, the Shamanists in the land do not believe that we need to have a queen to solve our problems. This girl might indeed have powers and all that, but imagine what would have happened to all of us if we had

I found a quiet corner and laid out my things: the shard, some parchment, and my chalk. *Show me*, I thought, tuning in to the shard's hum. The shard trembled. Pale threads of light snaked out, forming symbols that looked like twisted versions of the runes I learned as a kid. One word was glowing brighter than the rest: Return. Return to what? To who? Before I could trace it again, a shadow fell over the table. It was Alaric, the king's right-hand man. His fancy cloak dusted the table. You shouldn't be in here, he said quietly. The king told you to rest.