Fight For Blessing Novels & Stories

Let him suffer. Payback’s a bitch.

The wind around them intensified—a feeling of absolute power that none present dared to challenge. Efisto realized the gravity of the situation. This battle was no longer just between wolves and sorcerers—it was a dance of ancient forces, a war marked by time, destiny, and the absolute power of the goddesses. He murmured to himself, almost voiceless: "If they enter... nothing will survive. How did he get the blessing of these women? You must kill Kan and this ends!" he roared, pointing to the field covered in bodies. "Don't you want this to end? These deaths? Kill Kan!"

Going up to his side, I growled, “I'm here.” “Sit,” he stated as he gave me narrowed eyes. “What, Sin? Talk,” I asserted. Sighing, he fiddled with his fingers while gathering his thoughts. Finally, he said softly, “Don't hurt my daughter, Cesan. She's had enough heartbreak in her short life.” Giving him a quizzical look, I snorted. “Are you giving me your blessings to pursue her because I have decided to let her be the one to initiate first. Do you think she fancies me?"

The two fighters stood far from each other, their eyes roamed as they tried to find a weak point in the enemy. But this didn't last long as Noah dashed forward again, he moved even faster than before, aiming to catch the other side unprepared. Yet he couldn't. The moment he burst into action, the lean man had jumped backwards once more. To him, it wasn't shameful to run from a battle as long as he still won in the end. He got into a stance once more and attacked with the same Needle Stream, but this time he put in more effort by using his own Soul skill. "Storm's Blessing!" His Soul skill caused the projectiles to be coated with a layer of wind that spiraled around them, making the attacks l

Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian. Ah its very effective against necromancers. That’s a very nice weapon. It has blessings! Ayun kay Prof. James, having a weapon blessed with the power of divinity is mostly likely the best option for ordinary people to have power. Having divine power have higher probability for ordinary people, not like mages and magicians that requires talent and bloodline. “500 Nars and it will be yours.”

He was a top spy working for The Blessing, a group of supernatural creatures such as vampires, goblins, witches, and other creatures that wanted to make sure that magic reigned in the human world with all its supremacy. The Blessing had been a cause of chaos in the human world for a long time before the Life was formed to counter the rogue organization and to stop its atrocities. So far, only the detectives like Northstar and the higher ups like Sydney Moss were aware of its existence, struggling to defend the world from its brutal attacks. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Reverend Franklin’s mauled body lay in a coffin and the funeral proceedings were about to start. The police had declared him to be the la

“This is where it gets interesting.” Tamara turned the page. *The Moon-Blessed served the Forgotten God for thousands of years. But they were slaves, not kids. Tools, not people. Until one stood up the strongest Bridge ever born.* The picture showed a woman who looked just like Tamara—same silver and gold hair, same strange eyes, same impossible beauty that wasn't quite human. *She killed the Forgotten God. Or tried to. Gods don’t die easy. They become something else, something smaller. They hide in bloodlines and wait.*

Curse her and say she was dying? "I didn't know she was sick! And how is her death automatically my fault? Have you already forgotten how she used to bully me when we were kids? She pushed me into a patch of wolfsbane! I nearly died because of her! She hated me! Why would she ever die for someone she hated?