The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“My personal wolf guard posing as my assistant at work.” “Ooh, the werewolf folks do love Blue. They probably will spread them like wildfire. We’re also good friends with the owners of the shifter pubs we like to go to. Thank you, brother, stay tuned for The Secret Posse articles! Oh, and one last thing: remember the kind of blade Blue got you for home-defence last summer. Remind your felines about it, it could come in handy,” said Henry. Sonylla saw the marks on her body multiplying rapidly and she struggled to sleep. Every time she fell asleep, the feeling of lashes on random spots on her body woke her up. She felt her skin raw as she made coffee in the morning.

The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away. Her hands, now reaching out of their own accord, grabbed a blade from the side. She felt an overwhelming compulsion, as if something was pushing her to do this. Without thought, she sliced the blade across her palm, wincing at the sharp sting. Blood dripped slowly onto the book, and as it touched the pages, they began to glow brighter. Suddenly, the world around her shifted. She wasn’t herself anymore—no, this wasn’t Elena. This was someone else, someone from the past.

Book Two: The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter One: Embers Awaken The dream still clung to Raven’s skin as she slammed into the ground, breath exploding from her lungs, the cold dirt beneath her a shock after the fire. She rolled, instinct taking over, Nightfire blazing to life in her veins, black flames licking her arms as her blade swung up, blocking the descending claws of the creature above her. It screeched, a sound that tore at the edges of sanity, red eyes glowing in the darkness as it lunged again.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

My hair was in a loose braid down my waist, my camo jeans rough. The voices in my head, the adrenaline kept pumping in me as I looked around for my friend. The shaman saw me first and she smiled, exposing her gums. “You stink child.” She laughs, happy. Her excitement and joy aren't contagious though. I am filled with dread. It's a tight snake twisting around my waist, biting with every shaky breath I'm inhaling. “Where is she?” I sound like a lunatic, probably look like one but the shaman doesn't comment on it. Instead, she points in the direction behind the tree and I see the silhouette.

“Tonight, Samantha Willow, daughter of Blackfang, will call to her wolf for the first time. May the Moon hear her.” The chant began again, rising and falling like waves. Samantha closed her eyes, feeling the air vibrate around her. The ground pulsed beneath her feet. Come to me, she thought. Please. The air felt warm, her skin got goosebumps And then... nothing. The warmth vanished. The wind died. The chant faltered. Silence. Her eyes flew open. Every face around her was still. Cade stared at her, confusion giving way to worry. The Alpha’s voice broke the stillness in disbelief. “The goddess does not favour her.”

she whispered, her voice steady but her eyes shining with emotion. I stepped toward the priestess, my legs trembling slightly under the weight of so many eyes. Reaching her, I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my nerves. She turned to face me, her expression unreadable, and motioned for me to extend my hand. As I did, she lifted the silver knife and began chanting in that same unknown language, the words weaving a strange melody that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could prepare myself, she slashed the blade across my palm.

"Light Bearers who survived all had one thing in common. They had something worth living for which is something that anchored them." Lucas, his face flashed in my mind. His smile. The way he held me. Our future. "I have that," I whispered. "Good. Then you might survive." She handed me the blade. "But understand this. Once you start, you can't stop. If you try, the magic will consume you completely." I took the blade. It was looking so heavy. "I understand." "Then begin." I pressed the blade to my palm and it gave me a sharp sting. Blood welled up, dark against my skin. I held my hand over the first symbol. Let three drops fall. They sizzled against stone.

“It’s… a message.” “Or a challenge,” Kaima added, voice tense. Siran turned toward them, resolve firming. “Then we follow. We understand. And we prepare. Because the first true test of the global bloom and of humanity itself is beginning. That is where Chapter 31 starts.” The trio descended the ridge, moving toward Hollowreach itself. Every step was charged with anticipation, each thread of bloom-thread around them vibrating in rhythm with the distant spiral. “We’ve awakened Iluren,” Ari said softly. “Now we see what the world does with it.”

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”