Blessing Weapons Novels & Stories

He said rubbing her shoulders. "Noah!" She croaked and hiccuped as she cried with all her heart. "He doesn't d-deserve that!" She stuttered and wiped her tears holding his only bracelet that fell. "I know Mia, he doesn't deserve that." BLAZE VIEW. Blaze was in his human form, fighting off the rogue warrior in one second, he ripped their head off with anger and his eyes glaring at nowhere. There was he, his only objective was to kill the rogue alpha without any mercy.

The moon goddess who had given her the blessings instructed her something. ‘’ The self which you don’t like will give you the advantage to save others in exchange for your blood. The blood of the blessed shall give one the chance to renew their lifespan so you’ll be special. You should understand your worth.’’ Rain stopped yelling when she recalled that. In the meantime, the witch Theia was in her house. She was practicing her magic, it was then something interrupted her thoughts. ‘’ What’s up with this feeling? As if someone I know is on the verge of death.’’

I could feel my belly ache; I could feel the bruise was already scarred on top but still wounded on the inside, so I hated weapons forged from a divine blessing; at least they were not deadly to me. Divine blessing, are usually objects blessed by angels, but are not always weapons, only five weapons were blessed by angels, the rest was made by humans, sometimes the divine blessing could be a tree planted by a child about to die, In this the angel could bless the tree to be a great and bright, or with beautiful and delicious fruits, or for it to grow for centuries, it was something simple, but if it is carved an arch of this tree he can easily kill a creature of the night, the arrows do not n

I rolled my eyes. “The original prophecy is the reason I am who I am. Hundreds of years ago, witches and wolves fought horribly. They were trying to exterminate each other. The moon goddess blessed a very powerful witch with the power of the elements, fire, water, wind, and earth. She was also gifted two wolf mates. One of them had a pure heart and one of them was evil. Her magic was so strong it was too much for one person. It was meant to be shared with a wolf. She had to choose the mate with a pure heart, and once they bonded, her magic was shared with her mate.

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”

He was too scared to say a word even when his own wife was being offered up to serve the divine tree. … The next day, a few muscular men brought a sedan chair to the village before dawn broke on the horizon. According to the rules, the woman had to be blindfolded when she was delivered to the divine tree to prevent the location of the tree from being exposed. "Drink this, Hailey," David said as he offered me a bowl of black liquid. I took the bowl from him. The strong, herbal scent stung my nose. "What is this?" "It's to calm your nerves, so you won't feel as much pain later," David explained with bright eyes.

Their leg was caught in a bear trap and was shredded all the way to the bone from all the twisting and moving during their transformation. “It’s time, Zira. Come bag your first wolf.” Her father stepped forward and handed her the pistol he always kept on his hip. He pulled the chamber back exposing the shiny silver bullet in the chamber. Before shoving it into her shaking hands. A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word.

I didn’t know vampires could also be affected by werewolves in such a manner… “It was probably because the rogues were using blessed relics… That could be the only explanation for her fever.” I looked at Lady Livia once more. Somehow, it seemed like she did know what she was talking about. “What kind of blessed relics did they use?” “Arrows, probably, and based on the wounds, maybe holy fangs.” I looked back incredulously at Lady Livia, and she seemed to have understood what was on my mind. Blessed relics – weapons that were offered to the temple and had undergone the purification process, were indestructible and work against many other clans. They are resistant towards any kinds of magic, e

The Hunters and Guardians had been asked to bring their own weapons, but she recommend each of them stop by after the meeting to have them blessed by one of several priests she had on hand and dipped in Holy Water. She said that Holy Water worked best when administered by a priest and that poor results some had reported may be due to missing this step. She also had several stakes available for team members to take which had been carved from demolished holy structures. She reported having better results with these weapons than others.

he mutters, his hand dropping to casually brush her waist. I ignore the heat rising in my own chest at their easy intimacy, focusing entirely on Liora as she grips the dagger. The wolf-carved handle seems to fit her palm as if it had been forged specifically for her. “The rune on the hilt,” I say, stepping into her space. I reach out, my hand guiding hers to adjust her grip. The physical contact sends a jolt of lightning straight up my arm, Atlas’s roar a sudden thunder that makes my blood surge hot and fast. “It channels the Blessing. That’s why the silver doesn’t burn you; it empowers you. Swing like this.”