Bring On The Blessings Novels & Stories

A firm grasp locked on and forced her down. “Zira! It’s me! It’s me, calm down. You’re okay.” The soft voice brought back all of Zira’s memories. She wasn’t in the woods. There was no cold metal in her hand. No one pleading for their life. Relief flooded through her shaking her whole body. That nightmare was behind her.

She was genuinely praying to the moon goddess and the cooperation with the crowd's response was uplifting. "Dear Goddess of the Pack, Our Sins we lay before thee, Our prosperity we give unto you for more success, Our Enemies, we hand them over to you. As Blue as the ocean and sky are, pour down your showers of great blessings and wash every purge of dirt. The color we wear invites serenity, stability, inspiration, and wisdom. All of this we ask and bring unto you." "Let your light shine upon us." The crowd chorused again and I watched over how every prayer sent a true deep meaning.

A broken part of my soul found its way back, piece by piece, in the safety of her arms. She apologized for everything that I had endured. For leaving me. She also told me how proud she was of me. How she believed that I’d make an amazing Luna. Dad joined the embrace but reminded Mom that they apparently didn’t have long. She smiled sadly and looked at me. “The Goddess granted me permission. I was allowed to bring you here so I could give you a blessing. I couldn’t keep you safe then but can attempt to now.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Warmth flooded my system, making me feel so much stronger than before.

“Good to see you, Azlynn. Xavion informed me that you would come today. Let’s start the prayer now!” Xavion and prayer were two drastically different things, I was used to dragging him to the temple every time in the past. So, gawking at this whole bizarre scene, I lowered my head and sought blessings from the Goddess, joining the prayer ceremony. The old priest blessed us kindly. “Today is a big day for Alpha Xavion Waller. Like every year, I bless you on the behalf of my Goddess. She will ensure your success in every field of your life.”

With the plea for protection of my newfound love, my family, and our wolves. The elder stood before the altar, a vessel of ancient wisdom and reverence. She held a sacred mixture of flower petals and blessed water, representing the essence of life and the blessings of abundance. With a gentle touch, she sprinkled the fragrant mixture over the baskets, bestowing upon us the invocation of fertility, growth, and abundance for the coming season.

“Tonight we celebrate the mate bond between two people chosen by the Goddess to become one and lead our pack. They are the halves of a whole; two souls coming together to form one being with two hearts beating in a single rhythm. In that spirit, I ask the elements to give you their blessing.” “Blessed be this bond with the gifts from Air — new beginnings that come each day with the rising sun. Blessed be this marriage with the gifts from Fire — the light of the heart, the heat of passion, and the warmth of a loving home. Blessed be this marriage with the gifts from Water — the rushing excitement of a raging river, the soft and pure cleansing of a rainstorm, and a commitment as deep as the oc

It made me smile; Is it only my mother who keeps me in check while worshipping? She came toward me while dancing. “For the fullness of his grace, we received one more blessing.” She twirled my body. “What blessing? Mom,” I loved it when she danced like this. She lowered the volume of the speaker. “I got a promotion,” her eyes sparkled up. “Wow, congratulation.” I hugged her. “Yup, he always amazed me with his unexpected blessings. He knows I needed it, and he gave it to me.” Her eyes filled with tears while praising her God.

I squeezed her hand. "We pray for your blessing today. We pray that you cover us with your feathers, and under your wings, we find refuge. Let your truth be our shield and buckler. We commit this day, this celebration, into your hands. Let it be a success, filled with joy and laughter, and most of all, let it be safe. Guard our hearts, our minds, and our bodies from every evil plan. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen." "Amen," Becky echoed, her voice firm.

When silence finally settled over the crowd, he lifted his glass, his voice steady and strong. “Tonight,” he said, his gaze sweeping over everyone, “I stand before you as the luckiest man alive. I have a wife who defies every storm, who has carried me through the darkness and given me light. And I have children—two blessings who will forever remind me that the Moon Goddess never abandoned us.”

The pack quieted naturally—no forced hush, just respect. Mara held up a simple bowl filled with herbs and salt. Not ceremonial. Not grand. Just old tradition. “Every full moon,” Mara said calmly, “we bless what endures.” Haley’s chest tightened slightly at the word. Endures. Mara’s gaze swept the crowd. “Tonight,” she continued, “we bless the pack.” She dipped her fingers into the bowl and sprinkled a pinch into the fire. A soft hiss. A scent rose—sage, cedar, something clean.