Novel & Cerita Shaman King Oc

I almost shouted when one of the guys she came in with dragged her back outside. "What was that about?" Shurk inquired "I don't know..." I shrugged ,my thoughts still lingering around the blonde girl. "Who is the girl?" I asked cruiz "Ashley Lanay" he answered. Ashley, I repeated the name inwardly. What was that about? who is she? What was that pull I felt? " they tend to keep to themselves" shurk added. "the players are also kinda antsy in their presence" another cult? I questioned myself.

My heart couldn’t see him die to save me and I decided to end this madness here. “You two, be careful,” the shaman’s voice cut through the air and the fire-blue dome pulsed one final time, sending a shockwave through the array. “Once you lose control over yourself, all will be doomed.” “No…” Kieran released a thunderous growl, jolting all of us as he pushed a strong wave of energy toward me to reestablish the flow. The pup stirred violently and I cried out, my voice echoing through the meadow. Kieran’s hand was now turning back to its human form, his eyes blazing desperately.

“Her dramatic pauses are almost unbearable.” Just then, the shaman returned, holding an old, weathered wooden cup in her hands. She settled back into her chair, ready to continue. “You mentioned humans having a king?” George asked, raising an eyebrow. The shaman smiled knowingly. “You don’t believe it, do you? Long before the political era, each group of people had a king, much like a ruler over a country,” she explained. “That’s… fascinating. So what happened to this king?” he asked, leaning forward eagerly.

She thought to herself. "Alpha King, your command." The headsman asked, his voice rough and cold like ice. As if he was not about to behead her as a living sacrifice to whatever celebration was going on. The Alpha King rose to his feet and raised his golden cup up towards the sky. Everyone began to cheer again and it soon went silent. "We hereby behead this filthy Omega to serve as a sacrifice for any evil that might befall my sister, Selda." He tipped his chin. "Go ahead."

He added and I laughed. "It has really been such an eventful year for me, you know," I voiced out. It had really been so eventful for me that I could not help but feel overwhelmed about the whole thing. First, I realized I was a white omega wolf that may never gain freedom, the next was getting sold to a ruthless Alpha king who eventually ended up becoming the most important person in my life and the person who had shown me the most love I had ever received. Then, it was Serafina showing up and casting a shadow of fear on everybody in the pack, thereby putting the entire pack in a state of complete disarray. I was grateful for the little help I had in defeating her.

Somewhere in the woods,a pair of gray eyes was staring at her from the pitch of water in front of them, Ayla hadn’t been dreaming,it had been real but she can't know it was real,it would Jeopardize the plans set in motion for centuries with a wave of his hands,the water rippled showing no reflection of Ayla after setting and the gray eyed stranger pulled down his mask and it was the Aloha king with a smirk on his face,he looked up to the sky “Little witch, would you lie that you are from Sorin’s family or you didn’t lie that you were lied to” he chuckled softly.

Standing behind the shield of my brother, I couldn't see any of their faces, but I could tell very well, that Kyle and father were having a heated stare off. “Move.” I heard my father say. “No.” Kyle said right back. His voice hardened as he continued. “Do either of you hear yourselves? Do you even understand what you’re doing right now? Have you forgotten who he is? Before he is anything to this family, he is the King’s mate.” “No Omega is a child of mine,” father snapped immediately. Behind Kyle, I shut my eyes for a brief second, to assure those words did not hurt. Even though it damn well did.

She looks-lost. Slowly, the men around me go to one knee. Marinah's eyes leave mine, and she looks at them, not comprehending what's happening. Her gaze comes back to me, and I see her fear. I smile and slowly take one knee. "What? Get off your knees; every one of you is crazy." No, we aren't crazy. We're paying homage to our new leader. Marinah is King. ***

“With all due respect, Your Grace, we cannot be seen harboring, not just a rogue but an omega with a bastard child, my King. It sets a dangerous precedent. Rumors are starting to spread and after what our kingdom has gone through, some might start to question your judgement.” Elder Maric nodded in agreement. “He’s right. Our kingdom hasn’t seen an omega in centuries and for good reason too. If word of this mutt gets out, it’ll be disastrous. The tribes will see it as weakness.” The word mutt made my blood stir dangerously. A low growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it.

Just people living freely, untethered to the whims of kings or generals. “Oh! Look who’s finally among the living!” The loud, cheerful call snapped Arthur out of his daze. Arthur turned his head and blinked in sheer shock. Walking up the wooden steps of the porch was a tall, lean man with broad shoulders, carrying a basket of dried herbs on his arm. A small, chubby toddler was strapped securely to his back. The man’s scent was unmistakably that of a male Omega—soft, vibrant, and completely unburdened. He held his head high, his face glowing with healthy color, smiling broadly at Arthur without a single trace of submissiveness or shame. A huge contrast to how they're treated in Elarion (the w