Blessing Weapons Novels & Stories

I knew which weapons she was referring to. “Ragnarok- the Silver Sabre, Venomshark- the Doomsblade, and the Armageddon.” But still, I played dumb. “Weapons? What are they for?” Christina inhaled sharply before answering me, “I don’t know much but what Christian had told me is that these three weapons have been passed on for generations and can be used only by their rightful owner. They have the power to destroy the whole universe and that’s why our Great Elijah kept it safe from those demons and then passed this responsibility to his successors. Lord Ernest and now our Theo will be the one to protect them and then use it on Zachary to wipe the existence of Hell.”

Then another across his arm. I rushed forward. My blade intercepted Bran's next attack. Sparks flew. The gold surged brighter. Power raced through my veins. Bran snarled. "Your curse doesn't scare me." I met his gaze. "This isn't a curse." The gold exploded outward. "It's a blessing." Light erupted from my wrist – brighter, hotter, stronger than ever before. The cemetery vanished beneath a flood of gold. Headstones glowed. Shadows fled. Even the moon seemed dim beside it.

"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.

"What choice do we have? We have to take a risk to take those weapons. Our ability alone is not enough to beat the hell of them. We needed those weapons, especially that plant. We are now in the modern world, Alpha Arther. We may be out of the human world but all these things are now slowly adapting to the changes. The weapon from his territory is good for our people who have no wolf inside of them, aside from that, they might use it to attack us, we should lessen it to avoid bigger casualties in the war." Alpha Arther smiles after Alpha Zen speaks, his mind is not like that of that ordinary kid. He is intelligent. "Also about the investigation that I have been investigating for weeks now, t