Fire Monk Prayer Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

His face contorted, eyes rolling back as smoke burst from his mouth in choking waves. Marek stumbled back, chest heaving. Kael remained kneeling, claws tight on Khaenat’s arm as the monster’s body spasmed. He held on because someone had to. Because Fenrak deserved this moment. Violet dropped to her knees and slammed her palms onto the ash circle, chanting so fast the words blurred into raw power. “Saul’venn ravek torah—Lock the soul—bind the echo—break the path—seal the host!”

The text was written in a language I didn’t recognize, but Eryndra clearly did because I felt her shock ripple through our shared consciousness. “The Book of First Prophecies,” Mira said quietly. “One of only three copies that survived the Great Purge. It contains the original words spoken by the Moon Goddess about the twin flames.” She turned pages carefully until she found what she was looking for. “Read this, Eryndra. Read what even you might not know.” My eyes scanned the text, and I felt Eryndra translating it for me even as she read:

“Step into the circle. Let the fire respond to you. Summon it, shape it, command it. And remember—fear will weaken you. Confidence will strengthen you. Focus.” Evelynn stepped forward, the cool morning air brushing against her skin. She placed her hands on the stone, feeling the pulse of energy beneath her fingers. The fire surged, bright and insistent, and she let it flow, shaping it into a sphere of light hovering above her palms. A gust of wind swept through the clearing, and Evelynn flinched, the sphere wobbling. Shadows appeared at the edge of the circle, small, flickering shapes meant to test her. She clenched her jaw and focused, pushing the fire outward, guiding it, containing it.

He turned around and started walking towards his room, “You are a loser, Noah.” “What???” Noah could read someone’s mind, but he was not sure who. “Not funny,” he said as he turned around. A short distance away, the head of the Archfiend Monster poked from behind a pillar. Noah’s mouth went dry. The monster smiled crookedly and winked at Noah. Once inside the library, Meredith helped them find another book. “The Fervour Spell. It’s the only way to kill the Monster.” June read. “It’s a very strong spell and it can hail a firestorm.”

"Earth and Water, Fire and Air, Sun and Moon, we pray to you. Break this curse, free us from his world." Everything around us flashed so brightly that I had to shut my eyes. Fiyona squeezed my hand, motioning me to continue. "Earth and Water, Fire and Air, Sun and Moon, we pray to you. Break this curse, free us from this world." We repeated for the third and the last time, and I began chewing on the leaf just as Fiyona had instructed me a million times. I felt the floor beneath my feet shift, but surprisingly, I didn't move. I felt like I was being sucked out.

You have chosen to lead holy life so be it you can’t turn away. I breathed heavily and said thank you my lord for having mercy on your servant. I am grateful my Lord. May my lord continue. I responded. Do you want to upgrade your energy level? Yes, my lord your servant is ready. The complete chanting book spread in my spiritual field. Your chanting book volumes 6 and 7 dully activated. immediately I saw that something like a big stone has been lifted higher and landed in my heart BANG. Celestial martial levels 2,3,4,5 are duly upgraded. Congratulation, Good night. Good night my Lord.

She wanted to cause him the same amount of pain as he had caused her when he killed her leader so she began to walk over to Micah and Kurt while the other Ginx still hovered over Joe and Lydia. "Micah, she's coming for us. What do we do? What do we do, man?" Kurt asked in a panic as she got closer. "Hold my machete," Micah replied and handed the weapon to Kurt. He took out the codex and flipped through the pages until he stopped at one of them. Micah raised his hands and began to read the contents of the magical book. "Sicut fumus dies ventorum. Sicut sonitus post factum est. mitto te, et impero tibi, ne redeat nam in cantu tacet."

One thing I was sure of was that I would not let it happen again. Almost by instinct, I began to recite the Wolf Prayer to calm Merryn’s nerves and my own. “Spirit of the wolf. You who wanders the wild lands, stalks the silent shadows, and runs and leaps between the moss covered trees. Won’t you lend me your primal strength and the wisdom of your glowing eyes. Teach me to relentlessly track my desires. Show me the hidden paths and the moonlit fields, fierce spirit. Walk with me in my solitude and howl with me in my joy. And guide me as I move through this world. Amen.” Once I had finished the prayer, Merryn shifted her body away from mine, wiped her tear-streaked face, and raised her eyes to

“She needs—” “Shanika,” Jeremy’s voice was sharp. “Get behind me.” I turned back toward him—and saw it. The monster stood there, staring. The glow from its molten veins pulsed, casting eerie shadows across its grotesque form. Its lips curled into something resembling a grin, though it was anything but human. “The Helm of the Gifted is ours,” it repeated. Jeremy growled, his wolf pushing to the surface, his hands curling into fists. “Leave us alone!” he roared. “What do you want?”