The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Joy was crying out aloud. "Joy. Take a deep breath, Calm down."Christ was holding her daughter’s hands. "Do you still remember the story I told you about the Habitat of Shamans?" "Of course I do. You never stopped talking about it when I was young." For as long as Joy could remember, her father loved to tell her about all kinds of legends about the Habitat of Shamans, an ancient and mysterious wonderland. She recalled that there were also Shamans who could understand cat’s language. Joy looked at her father and turned round to look at Baby, it occurred to her that her bedtime story had come true.

The shaman concluded as she drew out her palm for him to place his on it. She had finally given him said instruction he had been asking for all the while, although he wouldn't take it. Her skin was smooth, if not comparable to that of a baby's buttocks. He felt the reassurance in submitting to her request to have his hand but almost as soon as he did it, he raised his head and a flash encircled his entire visage. He saw everything, his life literally flashing before his very eyes, yet… “Huh! What the heck!” He panted upon resuming consciousness. His pores began leaking and his gasps were struggled if not debatable to being true.

I knocked on the wooden door, which creaked open slowly. ‌ "Ah, Alpha,” the shaman greeted with a knowing look. "I sensed your presence. Come in, my Precious Leader.” ‌ The interior of the hut was dimly lit by the flickering flame of a single candle. Various mystical artifacts adorned the shelves, attesting to the shaman's deep connection with the spiritual realm. I hesitated for a moment before entering, the gravity of my predicament weighing on me. ‌ "I seek your guidance, wise one," I spoke, my voice filled with a mix of determination and desperation.

**Trigger warning: child violence (not sexual) in this chapter. I will try to be subtle, but if this triggers you, you may skip the part starting with ***** until another set of ***** marks the end of the triggering part. ALTHEA. Blade came for me. But I was terrified that he was already too late and that I was already on my way to death. Alas bit me, and I had no idea how far his demon fangs went into my skin or if his venom reached my bloodstream. All I knew was that I felt too much pain in my neck, and then, after a while, I felt my body floating.

I said, my voice ringing out clear and steady across the hundreds of gathered wolves. Kieran stepped forward, taking the small silver blade from the altar. With a swift, practiced motion, he lined his palm, letting his thick Alpha blood drop into the chalice. He passed the blade to me. I didn't flinch. I pressed the edge to my own palm, letting my blood mingle with his. The Shaman raised the chalice to the heavens, then lowered it to us. We both took a sip, sealing the blood vow.

Her eyes were wide open and looking at the shaman with bloodshot. The shaman was taken aback by her piercing scream and winced. However, when she tried to deepen the blade to take out her knife, she couldn't do it. The wound in her heart had immediately healed so that even if she went deeper, it only, stopped at the base of her heart and the outer of her skin had healed immediately, tightly clenching the blade. “Damn it!” the shaman angrily cursed as she tried to push the knife to hit her heart.

The woman drew a blade—a slender crescent of moonstone—and held it over my heart. “With this, we sever who you were. And with this, you will be reborn. But understand—there is no turning back.” I closed my eyes. “Do it.” The blade touched my skin—and everything exploded. Light. Pain. Memory. Power. I fell through endless stars, through the histories of my kind. I saw the First Wolf, rising beneath a blood moon. I saw the wars, the betrayals, the fall of the old packs. I felt their fury. Their grief. Their hunger.

This was his domain, and he was in charge; how could someone like Blake break free of his will? Outside, Blake and the Shaman were still standing there, very still—Blake with his hand over the head of the man, showing no movement. Bayo frowned. Usually, it was instant for the Shaman to kill his prey and steal their Soul, but there was no movement from both of them. The women came and surrounded the men and watched as Blake and the Shaman stood like that for half an hour. It was the Shaman who opened his eyes first and smiled, showing all of his white teeth.