Shaman King Oc Novels & Stories

Cameron realized the king was falling in love with the young omega. ******* Cameron bit back his tears as he rolled the camera. He watched as his king held the tiny child in his arms. He had not once seen King Kanyon weep, not even after losing his wife. But sure enough, tears were running down the king's face and dripping off the tip of his nose as he wrapped the teeny baby boy in a yellow blanket. Cameron let out a few sniffles, struggling to keep his tears at bay. The scene was so sad; it broke his heart.

“You’re right. But he doesn’t give me the vibe my soul has been yearning for, and when I mean, vibe, he is like the male version of Miss Two Goody Shoes. Always ensuring justice is served. Not even a hint of bad, and wicked in him. That’s boring.” Kyle burst out into laughter, while holding his belly, and I chuckled. “Yeah! That’s one annoying thing about Max. He has no fun to offer. I’m glad you realized that, early enough.” “I know right?” I said, with a smile on my face. Then we both clinked our glasses of wine again, and smiled heartily. “So, when do you plan on taking over the throne? I’m tired of waiting and watching.” I expressed my dissatisfaction.

She felt her body opening up wider than it ever had before. "You are ready for the magic," Tane said. The Shaman’s Secret Tane stood up and let his shell necklaces fall to the floor. He stepped out of his grass skirt. Ava’s eyes went wide. Tane was not as thick as Kaelo, but he was built perfectly. His cock was a beautiful, dark shape. It was very smooth and curved slightly upward. It was pulsing with heat. He had rubbed the golden oil on himself, too, so he was shining in the candlelight.

Sharee had picked something in the words from the darkness—sloppiness and mistakes are not my style. She found a strange sense of relatability in those words, a quiet alignment that stirred within her chest. As a Shaman, sloppiness and mistakes led to consequences as grave as untimely death, and for a fleeting moment, she thought—perhaps they were not so different. Yet, something about the voice unsettled her. Regardless, she brushed that unease to the back of her mind, this person would do her dirty work—kill the Queen, and she would take what remained; the Queen’s ancient power and become The First. This way, she could finally be immortal.

Marlowe spent the next several hours bent over parchment with Serah, carefully wording an offer that balanced mercy with enough authority to feel genuine rather than desperate, and by the time the sun had climbed fully overhead, riders were already dispatched in every direction, carrying word of the king's offer to villages and outposts scattered across Blackwood territory. It was late afternoon when the first response came, not through a rider, but through a single, frightened young wolf who appeared at the palace gates alone, hands raised, requesting an audience with the king himself. Kellan brought him before Ronan and Marlowe in the war room, and the young man's hands trembled visibly as

The blonde froze in place, not wanting to reveal his inner turmoil to his enemies. - Okay, I will fulfill my promise. Leave us! - the king addressed the onlookers. The vampires in the hall hurried to the exit. Tristan was relieved. The young man was sure that if he planned his moves correctly, he would be able to defeat this pair. Nevertheless, Tantario did not relax. The concept of honor was alien to the enemy. The king could kill the guest without any remorse, despite his own promise. But the Lord grinned and spoke: - I assume you are already familiar with the seraphim. After all, my doll is in your hands,” the king flashed his eyes dangerously, letting the young man know that he would gla

after this, I was going to confirm if it was indeed my daughter. ******* Teku I finished having sex with my wife and was having breakfast with the kids, I was happy I had her at my side, I trained her to always be at my side, love me, and be very supportive. I had planned this mating for a long time to become King of Oceania and when I found out she was the last sea witch through an old dead friend, it set my plan years in the making. I had her powers bound unknown to her parents and made sure she was matched to Kenrick, that way, when I set my claws in her, she would be Queen, and I would be King. However, my plans were fucked up because of the unexpected nephew I ended up having, Cai didn'

They knew their princess was a necromancer and can summon somebody from the dark abyss of death. “Call for Leera this instant.” Commanded the king of the tribe. Shima wore off her own bracelet with strange carvings written on it while Chaeri ran inside the room to get Shima’s shaft. She chanted a spell in silence, unveiling her face while gripping the shaft firmly. Not a second, a hissing came the whole room. Shuna was horrified seeing the blood red serpent lazily crawling from the ceiling to the floor. The Teuton king placed his hand to Shima after she done her work. Chaerin helped the tribe physician since she could easily be weakened with chanting short spells.

“What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like a child? It’s just props. Nothing here is real. Idiot.” Shama smacked his head as she walked around looking for the key. A pleasant smile was on her face as Ansh grabbed her hands tightly and sticked to her like a cute little child. “What can I do? I am a human. I ain’t an alien like you who isn’t even a bit afraid of anything. Only god knows what will make you fear. You are really the queen. No wonder you are able to rule such a big Kingdome at such a young age.”

This is maturity in the species. “Do you want to see it?” “Can I see werewolves?” Sharmaine spoke up. The white wolf appeared in front of Sharmaine, she was surprised, the figure of Osmund was extremely strong and large. Sharmaine raised her hand, she wanted to touch the werewolf. Osmund gently lowered his head. Osmund is the king of werewolves, he has strength and arrogance but when facing Sharmaine, he is always a gentle and warm Osmund.