Blessing Weapons Novels & Stories

“Are you blessing the Baron, Izana?” “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” “Blessing? What is that?” The Baron asked. “You see, most of the population of this world will be blessed by fairies. A blessing is like an additional strength that the fairies gave you to increase your basal magic or physical level.” “Oh... so in short, blessing is like a buff, like that?” “I don’t know what a buff is, but if that ia what you think, then maybe it is.” I smiled.

Now, how could he say that she’s fortunate? “I think it’s you who still do not understand,” Estevan argued, “Because as it happens, each and every one of these weapons has … hmm … how do I say this …” he paused for a moment to think, “Okay. Let’s just say, an Empyreal Weapon will not choose a person with no purpose … a purpose it wants to fulfill on the person’s journey. Their compatibility comes with how they see where we are now in our lives. They choose a person by judging how they can help us with our struggles … They’re all blessings from the gods, you know that? Because the weapons somehow teach us about what we need in life instead of what we want.”

“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.

Swords, Knives, Bows, Arrows, Spears. "Thank you, Rynyxon said, looking at me. "Angel blessed weapons fused with Angel blood,' he said, looking up towards Ava. She was trying to keep up the wall as Atlas walked through it, burning anything that tried to come through. What he was, was a mystery, but now was not the time. Ava suddenly gave out and I used my power to slow her fall. Atlas saw her falling and caught her in his arms before running back towards us. Their protective wall was burning out.

After making up for some of our lost time with a full mate bond, after Gwen fell asleep, Julian and I talked about what Raven did to heal us. We both agreed, the only time we ever sensed that level of power was from the god-blessed swords that hunters use. Not all of them have blessed by a deity, but the handful that have, are incredibly powerful. Not many of us are drawn to those swords when it comes time for us to choose our hunt weapon.

Salvation: Illusion. Side Effect to the user: None. Description: Gives illusions. Salvation: Blessing. Side Effect to the user: None. Description: LOCKED – Blessing of Dea Natureza is needed. Salvation: Life-giver. Side Effect to the user: None. Description: Can give life to “Non-living things.” (Death Holder is needed.) Salvation: Creative Eye. Side Effect to the user: 5 minutes of temporary blindness. Description: Can imitate anyone’s power in the use of user’s eyes.

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

Instead, he nodded calmly, and that was all I needed. I lifted both hands, and Kael’tharis’ blessing roared awake inside me. Golden light burst outward, wrapping my body in a blaze so radiant it scorched the shadows clinging to the trees. The blessing surged through me, as I let it fuse into my blood, my soul. It was like breathing for the first time. The golden radiance spilled outward, bathing Dominic in its warmth, and I watched his shoulders straighten, his aura swell even higher, strength flooding him.

There were several artifacts to prove the claims such as blood globe lets, silver stakes, and paintings of men holding decapitated heads from their hands with proud smiles on their faces. “It was a big deal back then. There were so many vampire and werewolf wars that wiped out half of my family bloodline 100 years ago. My great-great-great-grandfather took it upon himself to learn to defeat vampires by learning their fighting skills, getting immune to their hypnosis, and being able to find wolfsbane. And now we sell luxury. No one fell off harder than that.” Babe rolled her eyes at the painting, taking my hand and dragging me to the other side of the living room where an old shotgun hung fro