Elden Ring Blessings Novels & Stories

"They've wanted this for a long time." "I know." She handed me an ebony box. "The scrolls and herbs you'll need. Study them. The ritual takes absolute focus." "Thank you." I took the box. Leaving the hall, I heard the whispers behind me: "At least she knows her place..." "A mortal ruling us? Please." "The Prince and Cordelia belong together." I walked faster. The tears finally fell. Late that night, I opened the box. Looked at the dark runes. "An Unbinding... No, I'm not doing an Unbinding," I whispered. "I'm doing a Blood Blessing instead."

“Pure silver. Blessed. Where did you get that?” I looked down. On my middle finger, the silver ring Derek had given me on our first official date shone under the dressing room light. It was a simple ring, without stones, with an internal inscription that said “Protection.” He had bought it from a local artisan who told him the silver was “special,” that it had been blessed by someone. At the time, I thought it was romantic. Now I understood it was something else. “This is pure silver.” I stated, raising my hand. The red mark on Meizan’s fingers was getting darker. “You don’t like silver, do you?”

“And I brought your father’s ring. It was his when we wed. I think… I think he would want you to have it.” Elora’s breath caught in her throat. Her mother reached into the inside of her coat and pulled out a simple silver ring, engraved with faint markings—runic symbols of their pack and the Moon’s blessing. Elora stared at it, her chest aching with the sudden weight of memory. “I remember this ring,” she whispered. “He used to twist it on his finger when he was nervous.” She nodded. “He did. And he wore it the day he took his oath as Gamma. The day you were born, he told me you’d be stronger than both of us put together.”

I say. ​Athena is the last to give me a gift. ​She walks up to me with a confident smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She is holding a small velvet box, similar to the one Celestine gave me, but hers is a deep, rich green. ​"Elara," she says. "I have something for you." ​She opens the box. Inside is a bracelet. It is stunning. Diamonds and emeralds, glittering in the afternoon light, woven together in a pattern that is both elegant and bold. It is expensive. It is beautiful.

Sierra looked up, “It’s Gray, the kid that I talked to you about. Gray, this is Zed.” Gray shook hand with him, trying to control his expression, then he questioned him, “What do you mean True Blessing?” “The King of the Bealaris Kingdom made a deal with certain person that bear the True Blessing of Earth,” Zed began to explain as he crossed his arms. His expression was serious and unpleasant. “Let me guess. It has something to do with the elf?” “You’re right. We are supposed to guard the True Blessing and the bearer, but she chooses to use it for bad things. Finally, after hundred years, we have a lead on her so that’s why we decided to help you to fight the war.”

The famed relic that was hidden on the treasure island turned out to be a metaphor for something not even worth anything. “Desperate for something that isn’t what you think it is…” I shake my head. Suddenly it occurs to me. I snap my head to Eldora’s direction. Something that isn’t what you think it is. The relic could be a person. The Moon Goddess wouldn’t bless an object that would kill her children. Cursed Silver, blessed by the Goddess… Eldora. Literally translated to Deity’s Blessing. “They know she’s the relic!”

The Goddess then stepped away, and a tidal wave of silver light washed over the entire realm. Every wolf felt a surge of health and strength. The blessing had been given. She returned to Arielle and placed a hand over her tribrid mark. At her touch, the mark blazed with a fierce light. "Learn it, Arielle. Your mark is not a brand, it is a key to everything you are meant to become.” She touched Arielle's face one last time. "It is time." Arielle nodded through tears. She turned to the altar and closed the ritual with the final words:

I said, completing my promise to my people. “I bless you with Draupnir, the magical ring of Andvari. I bless you with Angrvaðall, the sword of war. I bless you with the Armor of Örvar-Oddr. I bless you with the Helm of Awe. I bless you with Svalinn, the shield that can stop the sun. I bless you with Jarngreipr and Megingjord, containing the strength of Thor. Lastly, I bless you with Gungnir, Odin’s spear,” he said. “I accept, and thank you for the blessings. I hereby forfeit my claim as future Alpha of my pack and accept the responsibilities and duties for my people here,” I replied.

“I had Elder Luke make it for me after he visited my hospital room a few days ago.” “What’s a silver ring going to do? She still managed to get into your head when you had the silver collar, didn’t she?” “Right… but this isn’t ordinary blessed silver,” I explained, picking it back up to show them. “This is made out of the ancient ceremonial sword. The same silver that Selene herself blessed, making it the first-ever of its kind. The only silver to have not only her life essence, but her direct sanctification too. I had Elder Luke melt it down for me and forge this instead. I’m hoping that it might be stronger than your average handcuffs and help keep Thea from immediately tracking me down.”

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”