Shambhala Uncharted Novels & Stories

Just silence. I crouched down, running my fingers over the dirt. The dried blood was still there. A sharp metallic scent lingered in the air, barely noticeable but present. Penny shivered. “Okay, we saw it. Can we go now?” I ignored her, my fingers brushing the soil. Something felt… off. Then I saw it. A footprint. No. Not a human footprint. Something larger. Something with claws. A chill ran down my spine. “What is it?” Nathan asked, stepping closer.

She could not fight back when he made unwanted advances on her, so she could only endure it. Chandra thought the rest of her life would mean being toyed with by Bhaskara like an object. She felt drained at the thought and lacked the spirit to welcome the next morning. However, one night, she had a particularly strange dream. In it, she saw a withered old shaman. The old shaman seemed familiar, but she could not quite remember who he was. He told Chandra to endure a little while longer as a young man would come to her rescue.

He wouldn’t fall asleep even though his mind felt so tired and was weighed down by all the information it had received for the past two nights. Out of habit, he moved his hand under his pillow and groped for the object there. His mind went back to Tamerlane. The Naga leader’s overzealous words echoed in his brain: {the prime mover… an infinite reservoir… the fifth and final element…} He saw as though with Sasha’s eyes the fish tanks in the abandoned experiment room. Some of the glass was stained with blood. {My name is Tamerlane Shonod… The Trailblazer… The Earthscorcher…}

With a renewed sense of purpose, he continued his ascent, eager to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the embrace of these rugged giants. As the day progressed and Chai ventured deeper into the wilderness, a remarkable sight unfolded before his eyes. The arduous path he had been traversing suddenly revealed an unexpected surprise—an oasis nestled amidst the unforgiving terrain. This hidden gem, concealed from the casual observer, beckoned him with its irresistible allure.

. "We have been living in another world but your conscious state nearly shattered when we broke the barrier between worlds. It took 3 years for you to come back to your body. You've lived but almost been an empty shell while we've roamed this earth. We took the girls from the war so they couldn't be used as tokens of war. Should you choose to return to aid in the war you may. However, I do advise you that the girls have become very fond of their pretend brother. You should retain memories from the life you have lived with us for the past 3 years as well. It may come in waves so take your time to adjust." As Frank listened to Ivan talk memory after memory of the last 3 years flowed through hi

It shimmered faintly, almost otherworldly, and I carefully removed it. Clutching my stolen treasures, I slipped out of the room and into the city streets. **The Black Market** The city overwhelmed me with its noise and chaos. I kept my scarf wrapped tightly around my face as I navigated my way to the black market. I sold the golden watches and rings, converting them into cash. But when I tried to sell the silver necklace, the shopkeeper’s demeanor shifted. His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged whispers with another man. “We can’t take this,” he finally said, his voice trembling.

I grin into the starlight ceiling. Six hidden cities. One completed crown. One very pissed-off sixteen-year-old with the best crew on the planet. Let them come. We’re not defending anymore. We’re touring. And every mountain, jungle, desert, and ice cap that stands in our way? They’re about to learn the same lesson Shambhala just did. You don’t cage the storm. You kneel—or you burn. Summer just got interesting. Try to keep up. The Eighth Sigil Sunday, June 6, 2028 – 3:11 a.m. (Shambhala local time)

Calleb met the eyes of his father, then he turned back to the Shaman whose head was hanging low. All of them are concerned. They’ve never seen Luntian this down and out before. Soaked. Dirt on her hands. Dirt between her nails and the flesh of her fingers. Trails of mud reached just below her knees. And her brown tunic was stained with muddy water and debris. Even the paint on her face had been washed away from her wrinkled face. Trails of it. If Calleb’s suspicion was right, it looked like the old Shaman buried something. But what?

"Shivam?" *****

"Mom! Dad! Granny! I yelled getting inside the house, I turned on the light but what I saw shocked the hell out of me, everything was scattered, the table was turned upside down, and dad stick was there but I didn't see anyone. No! This can't be happening to me I shrieked as I hold my head. I didn't take my phone along with me. I took out my phone and unlock it, a video was sent to me and I clicked on it. " I wasn't expecting what I saw, my mom and everyone were tied blindfolded and were on their faces, and blood was coming out of my mom's nose, no this can't be happening to me again, the phone fell on the ground likewise did I it's felt as if the world was against my family. My phone beeped