Blessed Brow Novels & Stories

It’s as if the air was being sucked out of her lungs the more, she looked at this man. “What do you mean blessed?” She walked towards him, standing beneath him because he was at a higher platform than on where she was. The man was actually younger than she thought. Perhaps a few years younger than Ruan. Is he the priest? “Being blessed by the Luna Goddess was known to bring benefits to anyone. They will surely have unique powers and privileges. Yet, none actually know that being ‘blessed’ is actually a result of experiencing too much pain that no one might be able to endure.”

“May fate be kind to you, may your loved ones aid you in the storms of life, may joy be yours and may there be little strife, may peace and happiness be yours all your days, may you find friends and the love of a fated mate on your way.” I could feel the blessing reverberate through me and know that this is no young witch; this woman is powerful. She then picks up a goblet and draws a crescent on each of their foreheads. “Blessings of the Spirits be upon you. Blessings of All Beings be upon you.” Concluding the blessing, she gives each of us a candle to blow out before placing a crescent on our foreheads as well. “That was something else,” I murmur, and Caterina agrees.

”love what are you talking about “I screamed “ I don't love sin !” I tried to look away as my heart clenched at my words. Blythe clinched her fists til her knuckles were a creamy white color. In it's wake is only a cold emotionless presided within her eyes. “I seen you everyone seen your brazen scene. Have you no shame?!”she screamed “Blythe you have this all wrong I'm not giving eyes to sin were just friends. Nothing more “ I stated as she paced the small bathroom

He kissed the cold brow. “You are blood-sworn to me. And you shall be buried here as such.” He pulled away, stroking his cheek once. “Thanks was all there was left to say. Isak drawing Blanco to his sides, gave him a warm embrace, “You believed, when no one ever did, Thank you brother.”,

He cut a line across his palm and pressed his blood to each child’s forehead. The wind shifted. The forest quieted. And then Rowan opened his eyes. They glowed not just with light, but with something deeper. The priestesses gasped. “He carries the fire,” one whispered. “The Alpha’s blaze.” Then Elara’s eyes opened. Hers glowed too not with fire, but with silver. “The Moon’s call,” another priestess breathed. “The gift of vision.” A rustle passed through the crowd. Two powers. Two blessings.

She is wearing a white dress as yellow orbs illuminating it. “Here we bless the new Priestess of the Moon, Luan” a woman said and move closer to her. A crown made of silver was placed on her head. “Thee I bless Luan the grace and voice to cradle anyone in pain” another woman comes up and touch the crown, this time it turns clear like water. Five more women bless her, with every blessing her crown turns to different shade and now its black. Then a man came up, he looks exactly like the man who just kissed her.

But GoldMoon just confirmed that she did not bless Hera. “Princess, what did she say?” Buppig asks, having been watching closely trying to follow the conversation from just my side being voiced out loud. “She says that she did not bless Hera.” I say, my eyes never leaving GoldMoon. “That can’t be true, Shield. You laid your forehead against Hera’s. If that’s not a blessing, I don’t know what is.” Buppig says, looking at GoldMoon. She looks at Buppig and I swear she gives him an amused smile.

Eira explained as Renée headed to the ensuite bathroom. “Thats understandable, pick out something good enough to show up in”. She instructed before entering the bathroom. “Your highness, the Moon Goddess has blessed our race”. “She blessed us with her child”. “This is a one in a millennium blessing”. “With the Moon Goddess daughter on our side, we are sure to win the war”. “Your highness is very lucky to have the moon’s blessing by his side”.

“What the heck is that? Why do I have a fucking tattoo on my back?” As much as Roxie was astounded, the tattoo was a celestial masterpiece; its curve evoked the lunar cycle, with crescent moons and full moons harmoniously aligned. It started from the nape of her neck to the center of her spine, creating a fluid motion. What the hell! “The Sages will know something about it.” Bloom asserted before she dragged Roxie to the bathroom. *~* Roxie arrived at the dinner table a little earlier and sat between Willow and Isleen like she always did since they became friends. However, Roxie noticed everyone was there, but there was an extra seat.

The pack quieted naturally—no forced hush, just respect. Mara held up a simple bowl filled with herbs and salt. Not ceremonial. Not grand. Just old tradition. “Every full moon,” Mara said calmly, “we bless what endures.” Haley’s chest tightened slightly at the word. Endures. Mara’s gaze swept the crowd. “Tonight,” she continued, “we bless the pack.” She dipped her fingers into the bowl and sprinkled a pinch into the fire. A soft hiss. A scent rose—sage, cedar, something clean.