Shaman King Spirit Novels & Stories

"I don't have a choice, but let me clear you something. You will never be as equal as me, you can call me a great great master. I am great after all. I choose you, so you don't own me." "But you're inside me!" "So? I can get out anytime." "Really? Do they have form?" "Of course, nothing I can't do. I am that enormous." "So tell me different kinds of people you've been with in all those years." She read a book about core spirits. Some core spirits are known to the world because of people they're been with in history. It says that the core spirit is a king maker, it can bring you to the greatest fortune or positions.

"The Crimson Claw Pack is known for their strength and ferocity. You will need to approach them with caution." I nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. "I understand," I said solemnly, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. "But I cannot let fear hold me back. This is my chance to finally be free." The shaman placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch reassuring. "I have faith in you, Alpha Tyler," he said softly. "May the spirits guide you on your journey." As the shaman bid me farewell, his words echoing in my mind, I found myself unable to rest. The weight of his revelation lingered heavily in my thoughts, filling me with a restless energy that refused to be quelled.

The royals are with you here. "We have come. That you may show us the way to our destiny," Prince Grimgor says. I looked at his determined face when he mentioned destiny, like he never had one. I nodded, complying with what he said. The sound of a beating drum startled me. It continues as if it gets louder and louder. Then came the magic dance of the shaman. She now acts like someone possessed by an evil spirit. I move backwards, avoiding contact with her body as she continues her dance.

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

the Shaman said, hating that he had to do this to Prince Deacon. Queen Lana reached out and touch him, sealing the spell. Unlike an Alpha or Luna, especially that of royal blood that forces pack members or any wolf into submission for a short period of time, a Shaman obedient spell was worst than being compelled by a Vampire; it can not be broken unless the Shaman that placed it undoes it. Queen Lana sweeped her hand quickly past the Shaman’s neck, slitting his throat with a small blade that she was concealing. The Shaman grabbed his neck and fell to the ground.

more he did not know. Realistically, she had looked too comfortable pretending to be human for it to be an external party that dosed her; even the sheer gall she had to run from him hinted at her desperation to escape him, yet… that couldn’t be it. That shouldn’t be it; she shouldn’t have been taking toxins to stunt her abilities, abilities that would solidify her position in the pack…in any pack. “What other abilities does a spirit born have?” “Textbook wise, high regeneration, high purification and some mention seer abilities, like they can peer into the future through dreams, but it is not-.”

The air was filled with the sweet scent of sage and the pulsing rhythm of drums linking their connection with Mother Earth, as the Shamans chanted, the atmosphere charged with light, a powerful counterforce against Shade's dark demonic nature. Rose stood side by side with Alma as five more shamans joined them. Their eyes locked on Shade, as they summoned the fiercest of their ancestral spirits, the great Thunderbird, to join their fight. The sky above grew dark, and bolts of lightning illuminated the valley, striking the ground mere feet from Shade, the thunder roared as their spiritual battle raged on.

He clenches his fist into a ball, glaring down at the water. "The seas are marked by Assan, the king of the seas. He's now covered in Assan mark, blending in with the scent of the sea." I look back over at the alpha king's mate as she shifts back, slowly standing to her feet. I got what I need, they'll come for her. I walk over grabbing her by her arm, forcing her to walk, heading back.

***** When she got up, she was gasping for breath, she was holding her cheek and she was sweating profusely. "Princess Katsumi is me, Prince Cao is Empaler Aegaeus, and Prince Fiske is Regis Filius Damarion… What happened in my dream?" she asked herself confused.

I am so royally f*cked, and not in a good way. "Tell me," the king says, "Do you know of the rumors about me?" What an odd thing to ask. "The half-wolf rumors?" I say. "Sure, who hasn't? People like to talk." "They're all true." Huh? True? Is the king actually insane? Sexy and crazy? Not my favorite combination, I have to admit. "I'm a shifter, Hera," he says. "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean," I respond.