Blessed Brow Romane & Geschichten

The grief that once consumed me was gone, instead replaced by a strange sense of peace. Then, my father suddenly looked up, almost like he could see me. He broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. "Adeline… my sweetheart… is it really you? Did you see it? We did it. We made her pay. Can you ever forgive us?" My mother crawled up from the floor, tears streaming down her face as she reached toward me. "Adeline, you came back to see me, didn't you? I miss you so much. In the next life, please come back as my daughter again. I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll love you the way I should have this time."

Emma's PoV "We need to talk!" I spat while catching my breath. Aliza's eyes immediately brighten and I see her fangs coming out as she sees my body. All the red liquid on that, it's blessed water. "What is this?" She speaks while coming to my direction and her gaze is all over my body. "This is blessed water." "Blessed water?" She says while coming towards me. "No, no don't touch it-" But before I could warn her, she did what I was telling her not to. I hear her scream the other second and she falls across the room.

With the plea for protection of my newfound love, my family, and our wolves. The elder stood before the altar, a vessel of ancient wisdom and reverence. She held a sacred mixture of flower petals and blessed water, representing the essence of life and the blessings of abundance. With a gentle touch, she sprinkled the fragrant mixture over the baskets, bestowing upon us the invocation of fertility, growth, and abundance for the coming season.

I finally whispered. ‘You are goddess blessed. You are soul bonded to my daughter. She is no werewolf born of cursed lycanthropy, but pure Direwolf, born pure for the earth as her defender. She is not a Luna of cursed origins but StellaLuna, born of starlight.’ Came Bridit’s howl. “You are blessed by the Morrigan, born in the magic of love, and gifted with life and protection by the chooser of the slain,” came the battle crow’s cry as she shifted back into crow form.

They glowed a bright, unnatural red. Rowan chuckled softly. “The dark god has blessed him,” he said. “Your prophecy has begun.”

But her smile was warm as she approached. "Luna Aria," she greeted, using Aria's full title. "And Alpha Dante. Welcome. And this must be little Luna, the twice-blessed child." "Twice-blessed?" Aria asked, confused. "Blessed once by being conceived from true love rather than fated bonds. Blessed twice by my Lady's direct intervention during her birth." The High Priestess gently touched Luna's forehead, and the pup's eyes glowed briefly in response. "She is marked for greatness, this one. But greatness is not always easy."

And all this just to appease Athena’s blessing. But the real challenge? That’s Aphrodite’s gift. I’m still not sure whether to thank her or curse her for it. About three months after I turned 18 and was just getting used to my gift from Athena, this extra marking appeared out of nowhere, signalling my second Elven blessing. Naturally, I freaked out and did what any sensible person would do. I told Darren. His blessing is from Marvi, one of those lesser gods who specialises in keeping secrets, so I figured he was the safest bet.

“Maria, from today henceforth, just as you have seen us, you shall continue to see. I bestow the blessing of the seer upon you, and you shall use it to help your pack.” “I would.” He walked back to where his colleagues stood, then, the woman in the center walked closer to me. “As the lady of the council of guardians. I bless your eyes, that they shall see what no ordinary eyes can see.” She brought her hand closer to me and touched my eyes. After that, she left to her original position. The last man by the right came closer to me to give his own blessings. “Stretch out your right hand.”

The shapes merge into one radiant design shared by all: a crescent moon encircled by four stars, pulsing gently as if alive. Elias exhales, voice filled with wonder. “The Mother’s blessing…” Cassian brushes his fingers over my mark. “It’s beautiful.” Rowan grins, eyes glistening. “So are you.” Kevin leans down, his lips brushing mine once more — slow, full of peace. “It’s done,” he whispers.