Ubw Chant Novels & Stories

My throat closes up. “Today, we are one. Protect each other, respect each other, and let us stand together, rising up against all odds.” Lowly, a chant goes round, the chant of our ancestors, in our oldest tongue. The people made the chant when their beloved alpha was going out to fight for them, it begged the moon goddess to look up the alpha kindly, it begged for the safe return, and for long life. My chest swells with gratitude, skin rippling with goosebumps.

"Winds in the north, run through the trees. Three times three, let them see, let them see. Sands of the east, rich soils beneath. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Fires in the south, awaken from sleep Three times three, let them see, let them see. Water of the west, flow to the seas. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Take away the power you had granted, let it be removed from their very veins three times three. Once the cock crows by night time, turn them back and let the change remain!" It happened all too fast, one minute I was ending my chant and the other minute Christian raised a knife really high above and struck it really deep into his stomach.

another answered. “For the future,” the chant rose. “For the future,” I echoed, my voice thick. The chant grew louder, rhythm pounding like a war drum. For the future. For the future. For the future. Kaelen lifted his fist. The chant stopped instantly. “Go,” he commanded simply. Steel rang as weapons were raised. The warriors rose as one and turned—boots striking stone in perfect unison as they began their march toward the eastern pass, where the land itself screamed.

Ulrik's chant became louder as he went around the circle etching weird symbols into the earth with the shimmering wand. "In the earth,with wind and sun,I give power that harm none.Open forth and let me in,grant us power from where no man has been.As I will so mote it be." He repeated it with every carving ad when he was done all the flowers within the circle grew taller than Glob and the hieroglyphic looking symbols rose from the earth and stood still then swirled in a circle around the plants,getting bigger till they joined into a band of purple and formed a halo then spun,suspended.The wind rose and howled once and was then silent.

At that moment, all the Juwanians present rushed toward the black church and dropped to their knees as they chanted the holy book of the Juwanians, the Kiremah. "When death and murder descend on the earth, and blood stains the rivers, the Juwanians will return to their homeland, which flows with milk and honey. They will enslave all of humanity!" As the chanting of tens of thousands of Juwanians echoed in the air, all the Juwanians in the Holy City knelt on the ground and began chanting as well. The reporters broadcasting live were dumbstruck upon hearing their chants, and so were all the streamers of the major platforms.

‘Kill, kill’ my wolf’s voice sounded repeatedly. “ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH LIVE OR DIE WE FIGHT” The chant began “ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH LIVE OR DIE WE FIGHT” Their cups hitting the bars in a steady tempo with the words. “ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH, ARGHOOH LIVE OR DIE WE FIGHT” The beat of my heart slowed to match the rhythm as the crowd began to chant after them.

I could feel a cool breeze against my cheek as I uttered the words. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakualika ewe mama yangu. Kwa dunia, kwa hewa, kwa maji na moto. Kwa hivyo ninakukaribisha kwangu. Kwa hivyo nguvu yako inijie mimi na kuniongoza. Louder, my voice arose, calling out to my mother's spirit and inviting her power to blend with mine. I repeated the chant over and over again until finally me hands began to itch.

Then another voice joined, a youth barely grown, the sound unsure at first. “No more altars.” The chant caught. One by one, voices rose, tentative at first, then bolder, weaving together. Not perfect, not polished—rough, real, wolves. The firelight caught shifting faces, hands gripping staffs, picks, or nothing at all. Each repetition built on the last. “No more altars. No more altars.”

I whispered. "What's going on!" Vladimir shouted as an invisible force pushed him off me. I didn't realize what I was doing but I was chanting in a foreign language I could barely understand. "Kashi etu cati mati Li do Tu. How dare you attack a descendant of the great witches? " I could barely recognize my voice. I lifted my hand and everyone was lifted in mid-air including Vladimir. "You dare drink from a witch!" I shouted at him and dropped my hand.

Soon enough, we were both naked under the soft glow of the moonlight. "Come on," Matthan said, guiding me toward the center of the clearing. He put an arm beneath my knees and picked me up bridal style. I held onto him tight as he carried me further into the wood. He dropped me when we reached the center. "Now I say the chants. They aren't complex. They are simple and basic as they can be." "Okay." I chuckled. "Mother who lights the new night. Bringer of sleep and harbinger of love," He began. "I call on you to grace your descendants with your light and make us one with our fated. Flaws and sins."