Blessing Weapons Novels & Stories

Zachary kept glaring at their tensed faces as they both talked with each other through their eyes. Orkus took a deep breath before he started speaking, “Elijah hated Binnazun to his guts. Even when he had everything, he couldn’t stop scheming his death. On his death bed, he cursed Binnazun that his clan would be wiped off by his great-great-grandson. To accomplish this mission, he gave a holy totem to his family which was his mighty silver swords. Those swords had invincible powers, Zachary. They were the jewels that Elijah secretly stole the time Hell and Heaven were parted by the Almighty. He very cleverly hid the most powerful weapons which include Ragnarok- the Silver Sabre, Venomshark-

"Is there more?" "Oh, yes. Much more, min elskede," Brand murmured into her ear. His lips and teeth followed the intricate swirls and runes that inched down her neck to her shoulder, nipping and caressing in turn causing her to shiver in anticipation. As he pulled the dress farther down her arms, he asked, "What are these? What do they mean?" "Magickal protection," she answered, her voice low and breathy. Her head tilted back to provide Brand's mouth better access. "Ancient symbols for courage and wisdom."

Before attacking, the Dear King had to do something with each weapon and arrow that we would use, so we quickly prepared it. We lined up with our weapons and arrows to ask for a blessing from King Valor. As King, he has the ability to give a blessing that will serve as a protection for each person he blesses. This way, we would not be easily knocked down unless we were killed with poison. There is no resistance to the King's blessing when it happens.

It would be better to die quickly, than to face the full wrath of a ruthless prince. “When did you receive your Master’s blessing” Abe continued with his questioning? What the two men were describing was termed as a ‘blessing’. It was the ability of higher entities and stronger wielders to pass some of their power to lower lifeforms or weaker wielders. It came at a great cost. Firstly, those who were ‘blessed’ would be inherently weaker than others of the same level.

Glancing in worry at Cesan he lowered his eyes and growled, “Test her and see if she has gained your gifts. I understand that it's only passed on to the males of your line but she absorbed your killing bolt.” Crossing his arms Sin huffed out, “Impossible, she just reflected it because she is of my bloodline.” Growing irritated, I hissed, “I'm sitting right here, you know!” “Leave us Sin, we are getting dressed and heading into town to purchase clothing,” Cesan asserted. My father shook his head before turning and stepping out of the busted doorway. “And find someone to fix our door!” Cesan shouted. I leaned closer and grinned at him. “Love you,” I purred, causing him to grin in return.

Lukas was skeptical if it would work on Demons. It better be. "Heavenly Father, bless us our weapon in this time of need, that our enemies would fall before us. Enemies that only you and your angels could kill." He began. "Like how you bestow upon Saint Michael his sword, may You too bestow upon us the blessing to destroy evil with this weapon. Amen." He grabbed a belt of bullets and fed it inside the M-60. He went to the sidearms area, prayed the same blessings, and loaded the Colt .45 with a magazine. He retrieved a holster nearby and attached it to his leg.

“Did you really believe that the force of one insignificant pack can overpower me?” Patrick, still weak from the hit he sustained a moment ago, attempts to stop Stella. Yet she simply knocks him out. However, I manage to scurry away and climb to my feet. Weakened, I pant heavily as Stella comes for me. “I´m growing tired of this. It´s time I give you your reward, First Wolf.” Stella holds out her hand. Rocks and soil float into the air, converging on her hand and forming a sword compromised of earth. She drives the sword towards my heart.

Shaba says leaving the shack Josiah was waiting for her when she came back to the pack house. “Shaba was impressed by how early he had got there. “Good, you’re early, come with me.” She says. She led him into the pack house and back to a room behind the stairs. There in the room were several different weapons. An Athame, used for ceremonies amongst witches, the ax of Pangu, used to separate the sky from earth, Spear of Longinus, used to Lance Christ during his crucifixion, Fragrach, the sword of destiny, and many more.

When I inhabit them, I do that in the early hours of the morning because it’s funny. “ANYWAYS!” Selene shouts. “Yes, sorry Moon Goddess,” I say, sheepishly. “We are here to give you a gift, or a blessing if you will, from the both of us.” “Wait, I thought I was already technically blessed since I’m part of this prophecy? Which, by the way, is bullshit.” “Watch your mouth child! And to answer that question, no you aren’t blessed. You just happened to be born of a werewolf and a hybrid elf/spell caster couple. That doesn’t make you blessed. Danu and I will be blessing you with a sword.”

As such, another property of healing arts was the ability to dispel curses and poison. “What about blessings?” Zen asked out of curiosity. “I heard that priests and healers are able to provide blessings to anyone.” Grinning at the eager student, Lorren demonstrated the blessing ability on a goblet of regular water. “This is regular water,” he held it out to Zen. “Inspect it.” Apart from a brief description indicating that the water in the cup was safe for consumption and drawn from a well, Zen didn’t notice anything different about it from regular water. “It’s just water,” he replied.