Champion's Blessing Warframe Novels & Stories

The sapphire girl pushed forward as if the chamberlain had been waiting for her. "My name is Elin Vance," she said, "and there will not be a second round." I leaned against the corridor wall and let her speak. My knee was burning under the bandage. Whatever this was about, I wanted no part of it. "Everyone saw me stand in the King's pet's fire," Elin said, rolling back her sleeve. The skin beneath was only pink. The sapphire at her throat still held a faint cold glow. "That is the queen's gift," she said. "I am the one he is looking for."

" He grinned, rolling his shoulders in the breeze. Shirtless and in fitted exercise pants, Bastion powered through his morning routine—stretching, lifting, moving with an athlete’s ease. Staying lean and limber was second nature. Not an ounce of fat on him—he was built for battle, not for show. Once he finished, he headed inside, packing his gear into the shuttle he’d dubbed Champion. Today wasn’t just any day. It was launch day. Champion had once been a police flier, but these days it was reserved for special ops—no frills, no luxury—just the basics and a prayer that nothing would go sideways. The council didn’t expect trouble. Bastion wasn’t so sure. He caught sight of his father watching

The whispers of her ancestors filled her mind, their voices overlapping in a chorus of strength. You are the Moon’s heir. Let the light rise. She thrust her hands forward again, and the fire erupted, forming a barrier that split the battlefield in two. On one side stood Varos and his council. On the other, Aria, Kael, and Liam, standing within a circle of shimmering light. Varos sneered. “You think ancient blessings can save you? You know nothing of true power.” He lifted his hand, and black smoke coiled around his arm, taking the shape of a serpent. The creature hissed, its eyes red as blood. It struck, moving faster than sight.

His voice was filled with satisfaction and there was a huge grin on his face. This was it. this was the perfect opportunity. Maya had played right into their own hands. Chandler’s stomach twisted. “That’s impossible. She—” Victor lifted a hand, silencing him. “Retreat.” The order was given, and the soldiers moved without hesitation. They couldn’t disobey him. Not if they didn’t want to die. They disappeared into the smoke and darkness. Chandler hesitated, watching Victor’s smirk deepen. This wasn’t just a battle won; it was a game played and mastered.

he asserted, then ended the call. He glanced at me and commented, “Salem mentioned that a witch was involved. Please explain so I can know what curse or spell might have been placed upon you.” Wringing my hands, I told him about Willow. “She said her mother was a Goddess called Carrotwin or something,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. “It's Cerridwen, dear,” Sin stated with a smirk, then added, “You will be spell-free since nothing she does will affect a child of mine.”

he mutters, his hand dropping to casually brush her waist. I ignore the heat rising in my own chest at their easy intimacy, focusing entirely on Liora as she grips the dagger. The wolf-carved handle seems to fit her palm as if it had been forged specifically for her. “The rune on the hilt,” I say, stepping into her space. I reach out, my hand guiding hers to adjust her grip. The physical contact sends a jolt of lightning straight up my arm, Atlas’s roar a sudden thunder that makes my blood surge hot and fast. “It channels the Blessing. That’s why the silver doesn’t burn you; it empowers you. Swing like this.”

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Their leg was caught in a bear trap and was shredded all the way to the bone from all the twisting and moving during their transformation. “It’s time, Zira. Come bag your first wolf.” Her father stepped forward and handed her the pistol he always kept on his hip. He pulled the chamber back exposing the shiny silver bullet in the chamber. Before shoving it into her shaking hands. A million questions went through her mind but she couldn’t say a word.

“You have loyal brothers who believe in you. You are quite fortunate. And do away with that anger. I simply used you to prove a point. You are not a lady that you should take offense.” Some of the brothers laughed at this. Some did not. Sethlzaar had a feeling it said something about them. Thane adjusted his cassock. “Now then, when Truth’s blessing begins to manifest…” He delved into a series of explanations, addressing first the unrest, a period when Truth’s blessing melds with Ayla’s gifts by the child’s seventh year. During this period a blessed becomes unnecessarily restless, prone to stunts of violence and erratic behaviors. However, it is also common among children of that age.

the announcer says and the crowd goes wild. "I will begin by welcoming each champion and briefly explaining why he has been chosen as a Champion. First up, Gold Status Commander Burk of Hassin. (Burk takes off onto the field with his arm raised in the air and Mo steps up next to me) Commander Burk and his team of elite warriors were called out to aid a squadron of Vaals still in training who were under attack. After landing and charging headfirst into battle, Commander Burk and two of our other Champions met and eliminated General Pilso of Gafrop," the announcer says and a roar erupts from the crowd. I clap along with the crowd not because of our last battle but every battle before that. For