The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I felt anger in my veins. Never again. I moved forward, shaking off the spell’s hold. The Shaman’s eyes was filled with surprise. Their lips parted as whispered an incantation. Shadows moved around them, swirling. Their dark figures moved toward me. I slashed through them with my silver laced sword. "Your tricks won’t save you," I growled, closing the distance. The Shaman raised a hand and black smoke curled from their fingertips, but I was faster. I slammed into them, knocking them to the ground. My blade pressed against their throat.

that was the direction of his manor! A warm sensation in his chest caused him to bring out his communication talisman. It was a message from Ye Hua. "The first-ranked assassin Ghost Blade is here!" -- *The title of the chapter refers to a play on the leaves (Ye) of a great tree, a metaphor for the descendants of the Ye Sect

he gasped, panic bleeding into his voice. “Too late.” I pressed the edge of the blade against his side and drove it into his skin. He screamed, his body arching as the wolfsbane burned through him. The stench of scorched flesh filled the room. He thrashed violently, his teeth elongating before the shaman’s magic forced his shift back down. “You don’t want to talk?” I twisted the blade deeper. His scream tore through the basement walls. “Then you’ll bleed until you do.” “Please! I swear, I don’t know anything!” he howled.

“The village Shaman from where Accashia was born kept it hidden. And she used this blade to try to remove the mark from where Accashia was bitten.” Mayari Tabbu hummed and leaned forward to stare at the blade covered with wool. Now, she looked at Luntian — then her green eyes darted back to the tool. “A black blade you say? I haven’t heard of a blade that is black since the King of Shaldan passed away. To my dismay, this kind of blade was the reason why I was banished from the land of Shaldan. I was accused of things that I haven’t done. Now what do you want me to do, what is your plan?” Then a pause… “If you lie, if you sigh… I won’t let you see the light of day, Luntian. You know I don’t t

“I just thought something is strange, she rests for three years, yet now, she started to move once again. The case in District 2 where a cashier was killed with the same killing signature as her. A wipeout of smuggler’s hide-out under the Dark Moon near the border of District 1, where rumors say a flower of the death was also found there. Recent video footage of vlogger ‘Kiel’ which was instantly deleted before spreading out, was also related to Crimson Blade. Furthermore, the vlogger was also living in DIstrict 1. Do you know what I’m thinking?” Shan tremendously widened his big eyes, “You!… Do you want to go to District 1, thinking Crimson Blade might be living there?!” he wailed incredulo

And for the first time in a long time, Salvador felt truly alive. At that moment, it felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck Salvador straight through the chest. The surge of happiness he had just experienced only moments ago had turned into something entirely different—something sharp, something unexpected. His body, once strong despite his age, suddenly felt foreign to him. A strange, stabbing sensation spread through his chest, catching him off guard. His grip on the receiver tightened as his heart pounded erratically, as if it were struggling against an unseen force. The room around him began to shift, the once-stable floor beneath his feet seeming to waver. A wave of dizziness washed

she shouted, stepping forward with confidence. Blair felt a rush of warmth as she listened to her friends. “You’re right! We can’t let fear dictate our lives!” she declared, her heart swelling with determination. As they united their voices, the light surged forward, illuminating the clearing with a brilliance that felt like home. But just as they began to feel the warmth of victory, the shadows surged, and the chilling figure morphed into a haunting reminder of their past. “You think you can escape? I will always be a part of you!” it hissed, the darkness swirling violently.

Chapter 7: Feral Surrender The world blurred into a haze of silver light and snarling shadows as I lunged at Thorne, my claws slicing through the air toward his chest. The poison burned like fire in my veins, twisting my thoughts into a storm of raw hunger and rage. His blood already scented the air from the shallow cuts I'd raked earlier, sharp and metallic, mixing with the damp earth of the glade we'd stumbled into. The moon watched from above, full and merciless, bathing everything in a glow that made my skin prickle, my partial shift pulling at me like an unbreakable tether. Fur sprouted along my arms in patches, my eyes stinging as they shifted, glowing with that wild, unnatural light.

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv