Fight For Blessing Novels & Stories

' The Goddess said, smiling at my golden eyes. 'I see she is ready to meet you, child. Good, let her come forward. He needs to see her.' I looked back at Eclipse and nodded, and with a blinding flash, the cage around me disintegrated, and I had shifted. Turning, I watched the Goddess reach out and place her hand on my head. 'You have my Blessing, child.'

He pinched my cheek affectionately, saying, "I've noticed you're getting increasingly beautiful, just like Winnie used to. You didn't happen to drain all my luck, did you?" "Oh, please! You ought to know that what we're doing is dual cultivation! You'll only get your luck sucked dry if you cheat on me—and then you'll end up as cursed as Mason!" Draco assumed a panicked expression, begging for mercy. "That'll never happen! I swear I'll only ever be faithful to you as long as I live, Hannah!"

Bless said, and I was taken aback. “Did you know her?” I asked. “I knew her,” Bless said. “She was one of the few human philanthropists who got involved in improving the neutral zone, and I could swear she was a channel.” “What’s that?” I asked, not understanding. “A person with the ability to absorb magic from their surroundings and redirect it without being destroyed by it,” Bless said, and my body tensed. “It’s very rare to see, especially in humans. It just means your maternal family has a very specific bloodline that’s been dormant for many generations.”

The Silver Blessing hums beneath my skin, making me faster, sharper, the very air bending around me like a shield. ​The rogue lunges, claws extended for my throat. I drop low and slash upward. ​The blade only grazes its leg, but the reaction is apocalyptic. The dagger flares silver-bright—a searing, holy light that consumes the rogue in seconds. Its feral snarl twists into an agonizing scream as the cursed flesh chars to ash. The air grows thick with the acrid stink of burning fur and bone as the beast collapses into a smouldering heap at my boots.

And whoever they are blessed by, will influence their nature. My security team had put together files on all the Elven women they felt would be eligible for the exchange, with princess Charmaine top of the list. We wanted to be prepared, to try and figure out which blessing we’ll be dealing with and if that would be a threat or an opportunity. But King Victor was blessed by Loki, the trickster God. And he pulled one on us, for sure. Getting the file together on Alicia was a last-minute scramble. Alicia. Blessed by the Goddess of war, Athena, herself. That's one of the most powerful gods in existence. She was sent for a reason. But what? To destroy me? To tear my kingdom apart from within? Wh

“We still have an opportunity to reverse the spell. The nexus is going to require a sacrifice. I´m going to sacrifice myself in order to destroy my soul.” “Marcus...” I watch Marcus as he moves towards the pit edge. Suddenly, Barnabas is upon Marcus, landing a blow to the side of his face. “Oh no you don´t.” Barnabas lands blow after blow, connecting with Marcus's jaw. "You don´t get to play the hero.” Barnabas pulls his arm back, hitting Marcus with a powerful punch. Marcus crumples to the floor. “Stay down if you know what´s good for you.”

"So this is where you've been hiding! Pay up, now!" The old apartment building had paper-thin walls, and the debt collectors heard the racket. Without hesitation, they stormed upstairs and beat Zach to a pulp. "Please, I'm begging you, spare me," Zach stammered, his whole body shaking. "I've got money. I swear. My girlfriend's the Zeller heiress. Give me some time, and I'll get you the money…"

“With more charity money than actual capital behind it.” I felt heat bloom in my stomach and risked a glance at Rhett. His jaw flexed. I turned back to Damien. “It’s a nonprofit event.” “Of course it is,” he mocked lightly. “Look, congratulations. You built this up. But I’m offering more than goodwill chips can buy.” “Not interested.” He closed the folder with finality and nodded at Rhett. “You still like her,” Damien said, half observation, half accusation. Rhett didn’t reply.

Kaelen knelt beside them, lips brushing the child’s forehead, and whispered, “You are our future, our legacy, and our light. Blessed Luna Rising continues through you.” The moon hung high, full and luminous, its light bathing Crescent Fang in silver splendor. The air was filled with the quiet hum of life, the gentle rustle of trees, and the distant call of night creatures. Crescent Fang had endured. Crescent Fang had flourished. Crescent Fang would continue to shine, guided by love, courage, and the indomitable spirit of the Blessed bloodline.

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.