Novel & Cerita Guardians Blessing Poe

“A great evil rose. A darkness older than memory itself. And five Guardians stood against it.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. All eyes turned to the group near the front—Cheyenne, Nalia, Tora, Chelsea, and Isolde. The Guardians. Their Guardians. “They won. We won. The world is safe—because of them.” The grounds erupted in cheers. Howls rang out, fists raised high, pups leapt into the air. It was a rare, raw moment of pure pride and relief. Ben let them have it—for a few beats—then raised his hand again.

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.”

Finish this. Leo slammed into my control. If we go up, the children die, I told him. My wolf growled but stayed put. Bless began to dismantle the anchor. Every strand of green light that touched the needle released a high-pitched sound. The chamber shook. Kiel managed to get to his feet and dragged one of the guardians. I took the other. “Hurry,” I said. “I’m trying not to tear a hole in reality,” Bless replied. “Your impatience is inspiring, but not very helpful.”

“Maria, from today henceforth, just as you have seen us, you shall continue to see. I bestow the blessing of the seer upon you, and you shall use it to help your pack.” “I would.” He walked back to where his colleagues stood, then, the woman in the center walked closer to me. “As the lady of the council of guardians. I bless your eyes, that they shall see what no ordinary eyes can see.” She brought her hand closer to me and touched my eyes. After that, she left to her original position. The last man by the right came closer to me to give his own blessings. “Stretch out your right hand.”

“You know as a guardian I wouldn’t have expected you to flaunt your powers like this.” The violet haired youth looked at her angrily. “I’m merely doing what I think is best.” She cocked her head to the side. And scoffed. “Best? I don’t think so. Maybe you haven’t had the idea of what kind of poachers you were about to encounter awhile ago if I haven’t intervened.” Aedre glared at the person standing in front of her and let out a sigh as she disintegrated the spell. The glow around her disappeared and the walls of water sank down into the earth.

The next seconds, her fire was kind of absorbed by him. “That’s his family’s True Blessing?” Sierra asked Walter. The strategist nodded, “It’s a scary thing, it could suck your power then re-release it as his own.” Sierra pondered as she recalled her first encounter with the man. “Gray will be fine,” She confidently said. “His Blessing is a defensive power. I don’t think it’s going to be the issue.” “Let’s just pray for the best,” Walter nodded. The fight continued as Bealaris army marched forward. Gray with his own troops also ran forward to enter the battlefield. The fight was vicious; blessings were summoned at every place while the mages tried to dispel it quickly and the soldiers fought

“But the world is not yet ready.” Aria’s brows furrowed. “What does that mean?” “The Thirteenth’s prison is breaking. But it is not only he who threatens the world now. War is coming from all sides. Rogue packs. Corrupted Voices. The order is crumbling.” Kael stepped up beside her. “Then help us. Give us the strength to fight.” There was a long pause. Then the final Guardian spoke. “We will give you the Blessing of the Vale. But know this—if the Thirteenth rises, only the Marked may stand between salvation and annihilation. No one else can bear it.”

He approached both warriors and used magic to mark a little praying-for-blessings sign on the back of each man's right hand. The crowd remained silent throughout the process. I could feel some glances directed at me. Leaving a praying-for-blessings sign on the back of a warrior's right hand was how Alphas showed their appreciation for their right-hand Betas. Understandably, my father's actions indicated that he had high expectations for this battle, with the victor likely becoming the right-hand Beta of the next Alpha. Lost in thought, I was startled as a hand was placed on my shoulder. "What are you thinking about? You look so cranky," Lux, the owner of the hand, sat down next to me.

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.