The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

Ethan fell backward and kicked away from the tombstone, screaming, “Gh-ghost! Get away from me! H-Hey, shaman guy, capture him quickly! Don’t let him reincarnate!” The shaman waved the wooden sword and lunged at Edmund. However, the latter dodged the shaman’s strikes. The shaman then sat cross-legged, chanting and gesturing with a chess piece. He looked as if he was casting a spell. He then took some yellow paper and began drawing symbols before stabbing it with the sword. He then lit it and caused a big fire to erupt. Immediately after, the fire went out with a puff, and Edmund disappeared. Ethan felt relieved, thinking the shaman had finally sealed Edmund’s spirit. However, Edmund’s horrif

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

"It wasn't just a force. It felt like... like the earth was waiting for me to speak." Silas pulled back slightly, his amber eyes burning down into mine with a profound, terrifying devotion. He reached up, his leather-wrapped thumb gently tracing the line of my jaw. "It was. The First Shaman was the guardian of these lands. The mountain remembers her blood line. And it remembers how to protect its queen." He leaned down, his lips brushing softly against mine in a gentle, lingering promise. The contact was a sweet, grounding contrast to the raw destruction we had just unleashed. "Come. Let's get you back to the fires above. The blizzard is closing in, and you need to rest."

The book—Olivia’s book—sat open on a crate, its pages yellowed and curling, the Latin words staring back at me like a lifeline. I wiped my brow, sweat stinging my eyes, and grabbed the knife from my belt. The silver blade felt heavy, its weight a promise. Three lycans—one alpha, one on the path, one no longer an alpha. Their blood would purge this curse from me, strip the venom that clawed at my bones. I’d tried before, failed before, but this time I had the right ones. The shaman swore it. I stepped to Rourke, pressing the blade to his throat, my pulse hammering. His eyes fluttered open, dark and defiant, but he didn’t speak. I pressed harder, a thin red line blooming under the edge, and th

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Xandros's POV I saw the shaman make some incantations on the poison which was unbottled but it was in a metallic pan, he took his time to fortify it as he stretched forth his hands to me while his other hand held a knife. "Let me see your palms” The shaman requested so I did give him, only for him to cut me across so deeply that blood began to fountain out. "Ouch! What was that for?” I asked, then he replied

I replied curtly, my gaze briefly flicking towards the shaman at the conclusion of my words. Nova's smile remained, mischief glinting in her eyes as she acknowledged my words with a nod. "Correct," she affirmed, her fingers dancing over the handle of the bone knife with practiced ease. With a decisive motion, the shaman withdrew, poised to collect the lifeblood that would soon flow from both Nova and me. With determined swiftness, Nova sliced her palm, a quiet grunt escaping her lips as pain briefly contorted her features. I watched closely as she pressed her bleeding hand onto the shaman's waiting palm, the first step of our blood pact now completed.