Blessed Brow Novels & Stories

"Yes, very good. Now we will start their departure." The brethren stepped forward with a gold bowl of water, as the priest spoke words of Latin. "Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord. - And let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen." He dipped his fingers into the bowl of water, starting with the king as he caressed the bridge of his nose, eyes, lips and forehead. Next it was Senya's mother's turn to be blessed for departure. He repeated the same as he did prior, he dipped his fingers into the holy water

She loved her some babies, much like Ziyah. “I, Imeela Precoza, bless you, Matteo Ray Coldwater, with two things that will help you be the best Beta that you can be. I bless you with enhanced bravery so that you can face any threat or foe and enhanced intuition so that you can navigate this life with a sixth sense, seeing what the eyes cannot.” All of us could feel the power that her words held within them. She kissed his forehead, and I saw a bright white circle there when she moved away, but it just disappeared as if it had not been there in the first place.

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.

Selfish love had never truly belonged in his life. And yet, when I thought of this—and of that kiss in my sleep some days ago—I felt an oppressive weight settle in my chest. Had he truly never been selfish…? Looking at Odin again, he seemed to have little to say. Thor stepped forward, leading a procession of dark priests. He sprinkled consecrated water upon Vali’s head and chanted blessings over him. Afterward, one by one, the gods ascended the platform to present gifts to the young prince. And yet, my gaze could no longer move away from that child.

”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.”,

‎ ‎“…Blessed.” ‎ ‎Lyra blinked. ‎ ‎“What just happened?” ‎

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.