The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

She asked Zayn who was looking outside the window. *.... "You need to open your eyes. Look at me. You can't die like this. You wanted to lead this pack." Hyun shook the dead person but she was long gone. His eyes turned red as a sword appeared in his hand. "F r o m... n o w... o n. E v e r y.... s p i r i t, ...o f... a n y... l e v e l,

One by one, every person took a vial and entered into the antechamber of the temple. The line moved achingly slow, in Cassidy's opinion. She and Indra were a little over halfway from the archway. Every moment it took to get to the priestesses seemed to take an eternity. The crowd shuffled, thinned as each First Shifter entered. They were allowed a few moments after shifting to enjoy their new body before shifting back to stumble out the opposite side of the temple and back into the village as a full-fledged adult.

My pack members wanted change, and I was ready to give it to them. The Shaman spoke of my duty to protect and lead, in a firm and clear voice. Then he placed the knife over my palm and sliced it in the middle. The pack howled in unison, their voices filling the temple. I felt a surge of strength, knowing I wasn’t alone. As I looked out at my pack, I silently promised them a brighter future. Blood started dripping in a bowl, which the Shaman held in his hand right below my palm. When he had collected enough blood, he gave me cold water to wash my hands. I dipped my hands in it and immediately my gash started filling up.

My vision blurred, the edges of the world turning dark. And then— Silence. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. Then the magic crashed into me like a wave. I gasped, my eyes snapping open, my breath ragged, my pulse roaring in my ears. The room was different now. The shadows bowed to me. The silver blade pulsed in my grip, no longer just metal, no longer just a weapon. It was something more. Something alive. The shaman stepped back, his breathing heavy, his hands shaking. He looked at me, and for the first time, there was something in his expression that almost resembled fear.

’ I wrote, expecting the same answer. This time, it didn’t show me a vision or riddled prophecy. Instead, a single line etched itself onto the glowing page: Go to the Shaman’s House. I didn’t hesitate. I threw on my cloak, tied my hair back, and stepped out, the forest silent around me. When I reached the Shaman’s door, it creaked open before I could knock. She stood there in her flowing robes. Her smile was warm, like she had been expecting me all along.

“A blood rite to siphon strength through the mate bond, to force her body to endure this birth. But it’s a gamble with death itself. She could drain your life force, even rip your very soul from you. If it fails, you can both be lost to the void.” A forceful contraction again tore through me and I gasped, my body curling inward, desperate to escape the fire consuming me. The shaman then pressed a cold, herb-soaked cloth to my belly and I could feel something cold soaking into my naked skin. The next moment, my pup seemed to stop moving, making my heart tremble in unknown terror. “My pup… I can’t feel my pup,” I weakly mumbled, staring at the shaman’s crinkled face. But she didn’t stop her wo

"Is it time, Little Bird?" "It’s time, Lixie," I said, my voice a melodic, final resonance. We didn't use a Stargate. We didn't use a Spire. We simply Stepped. As we walked into the light, the 150 chapters of our life flashed before us—not as a burden, but as a Gift. I saw the first time I touched the Void-Blade. I saw the first time Félix smiled at me in the snow. I saw the twins’ first breath and the falling of the Spires. I saw the mud, the blood, the salt, and the honey.

I had a feeling he already knew what the Shaman was talking about. "I was worried about this," the Shaman said, clicking his tongue as he shook his head. "Worried? About what?" Leo pressed. The Shaman sighed and picked up the journal, and began reading the markings aloud: "Shadowed glory and treacherous knives destroy all who seek it. What is wronged will be made right. Her voice will shine again when the gem is in hand." He closed the book and set it down on the table, looking expectantly at the three pairs of eyes who stared back at him.

Instead of trying to make it happen, I simply accept that it already exists within me, waiting to be acknowledged. A tingling warmth spreads through my palms, subtle at first, then growing stronger. I open my eyes to see a soft blue-white glow emanating from my hands—not the explosive burst of uncontrolled power from before, but a steady, intentional illumination. The shadows recoil as my light touches them, curling away like paper held to flame. I step forward, arms extended, pushing my light against the darkness. The barrier resists, then begins to part in the center, creating a pathway just wide enough for one person to pass through.