Book Blessing Novels & Stories

The burn of the brandy scorched its way down my throat—a sharp, welcome fire that silenced the noise in my head. Lucas, never one to let silence breathe for long, spoke again. “Speaking of losing your mind,” he said, his tone shifting from mockery to something more serious. “I sought some spiritual guidance on your behalf.” He pulled a thin, leather-bound book from inside his coat. It was his pocket scripture, a book of ancient pack laws and prophecies he carried everywhere. Sliding it across the table until it rested near my glass, he told me to look at page forty-two. He tapped the spot with his finger.

Ben whispers, mostly to himself, as he shakes his bundle. “You go first, Isla,” Maddox says, taking Isaac’s bundle from my hands. I smile, tearing open the bundle and looking down at a small, worn book with no title and leather cover. I pull a piece of dried lavender from between the pages, but when I open the book, there is no text inside. “How strange,” I say over the sound of paper ripping and people remarking about their own gifts.

The longer you sulk, the sooner you’re caught. I cracked the first book open. Ancient ink, brittle parchment, faded sketches of sigils and family trees. Everything looked important. Aurelia would skin me alive if I brought the wrong scraps. I leaned close, torchlight spilling faint gold across the page. One phrase caught my eye, “The Blessing of the Broken Line.” My brows furrowed. I tore it carefully, folding it into my pocket. Another page, another sigil. Then another. I worked slow, patient, but every sound echoed like thunder, the scrape of parchment, the soft tear of paper fibers. My heart raced faster each time.

Nodding, she headed to the book innthebside of the room and opened the cupboard, pulling out a novel for me to read. “Do you like mysteries? This is such a great read!” I smiled and took the book from her, looking at the cover. It looked like it was a Mary Higgins Clark novel, one I had not yet read before. I loved her writing style, and her books pulled me in, so I knew I would have a good time reading them. Bella excused herself and left my room, shutting the door behind her, and I heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the door that shut behind her. I settled in, immersing myself in the book until she came back, handing me a bowl of popcorn.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

I grabbed Creed’s arm and nudged him to sit back down. “You said you had a book about blessed werewolves?” Drake asked. “Yah, I was looking through it before all of you got here.” I grabbed the book off my stand and handed it to Drake. “I want to see if there’s anything about the prophecy witch in here. Maybe there’s more to the story,” Drake said as he started flipping through the pages. “I didn’t think of looking for it because she was a witch.” Drake nodded as he continued to look.

“Ermm…what choice do I have? This house isn't mine. You don't have to thank me.” “Oh! I insist.” She pushes the bag into my arms. “Come on, open it.” “O-kay…” Reluctantly, I slip my hand into the bag. I take out the object. It’s a huge book with a hard leather back. I flip it over, only to see three words embossed in gold. Wait, it is not just any book. A Bible! She got me a Bible? My head snaps up. “You got me a Bible?” “Yes!”

I felt a slight tug to my left, and headed over to the bookshelves in that direction. I did not make it far before I saw a book laying out on a small table, as if it had been placed there especially for me. The leather cover was blank, without a title in sight, but when I opened the book, there was a small dedication on the first page: IN HONOR OF THE GREATEST LOVE THE KINGDOMS HAVE EVER KNOWN Curious, I turned the page. What I saw there nearly made me drop the book in fright. A collection of discoveries by Mila Benson, the 67th Queen of Fresonia