Shambhala Uncharted Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later Yuan Rui’s RV came out. Mr Zhao’s assistant wasn’t sure if he should follow the RV because he was most-likely heading to the office whereas Qing Shan accompanied the mercenary in and he did not see that vehicle exit the complex. Just as was about to phone Yuan Rui’s secretary, the vehicle he spotted heading in came driving out. By instinct, he started up the vehicle and followed it. The vehicle stopped at the ShanMall underground and the woman in the picture climbed out of the back left side. She was followed by the CPO and entered the mall.

Her hair rose at her nape as she felt the disturbance of energy in the small trail. Samantha knew those who were in hiding were not humans for their distinctive scents gave them away. When she heard that they walked out of their hiding spots, Samantha turned to look at Caleb, the Alpha of the Shadow Pack; Xavier, the former Beta of the Shadow Pack; and Arthur, Zack’s older brother and the Gamma of the Shadow Pack. She was surprised to see the ultimate trio greeting her in the middle of the small trail leading back to their tight community. Couldn’t they just wait until I get home? Jesus, Samantha mused as she arched her eyebrow at the ultimate trio. Xavier broke the ice between them.

Shank! With a crisp ring from the Dharmic Cutter, Caleb narrowed his eyes as he energized the Emperor Mantra, and his whole body was suddenly shrouded in dazzling golden light. Then, he punched the wall! Crash! Boom! The entire wall shattered into endless debris, revealing an entire hidden realm behind the wall! "Yes!" Both Caleb and Tia shared a smile of delight, and they hurried through the cavity. The hidden realm before them was really a separate world of its own—lush, emerald foliage as far as the eye could see, throwing a cool shade to the ground.

Its geometry had been damaged. Without stabilizers. Without bond adaptation. It had tried to self-correct — bending the network to compensate. And in doing so, it destabilized everything around it. Serik’s expression hardened. “Where?” Riven closed his eyes, tracing directional flow. “West. Beyond the mountain spine. Farther than our mapped territories.” Uncharted. Or forgotten. The distorted pulse struck again — weaker this time. Not aggressive. Desperate. Mara pressed deeper into connection. You are not isolated.

He possessed the power of fire and was the strongest one among the four of them. Next to his right side was Ida Shu from the 'Shu Clan'. She was fourteen years old, the youngest among the four of them. She was like a delicate fairy wrapped up in a white robe. Half of her hair was up in a ponytail and half was down. She had blue eyes...they were as deep as an ocean...just like her ocean eyes she possessed the power of water.

They were growing closer, their shouts echoing ominously through the trees. Just as they were on the brink of capturing me, my foot slipped over the edge of a hidden crevasse. Panic enveloped me as I tried to regain my balance, but it was too late. Darkness swallowed me as I tumbled into the depths, my consciousness slipping away.

She had to see him, not because she wanted to, but because she had little choice in the matter. She was dressed informally in a graphic tee, a stark contrast to the formal and imposing environment she was about to enter. She wore her short, dark brown hair framing her face in wild, untamed waves. Her sapphire eyes, like gems of the deepest ocean, held a fiery spark that hinted at the storm of emotions within her, and her cherry-red lips were a vivid contrast to the rest of her ensemble.

She gently caressed his cheek. “You won't.” And then she pivoted away. --- ⚡ Tapping into Nature’s Force The Hunters rushed into the clearing behind them. Twelve figures cloaked in shadows. Crossbows held high. Silver nets at the ready. Their gazes were cold, intent, unyielding. Lydia took a deep breath. Her inner wolf stirred. Her sight flickered with golden hues. Then transitioned to silver. A breeze swirled at her feet. Leaves danced into the air from the forest floor.

Yeboah’s house. A low groan escaped me as I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes. What was this woman doing to me? She was a hurricane wrapped in silk, upending my carefully ordered life with her tears and her trauma, reminding me of a path not taken and stirring a protectiveness and a desire I had no right to feel.

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END