Gyomei Prayer Novels & Stories

Fredrick lifts his hands to the sides and says, “Welcome, werewolves from far and near. We are here tonight in the light of the Full Moon to celebrate our Beautiful Moon Goddess…” “As a tradition, I would like to send up a small prayer.” Fredrick raises his hands toward the full moon and begins the Moon Goddess Prayer. “We lift our hearts and our heads in praise to the Moon Goddess. Mother, we give thanks to you for all the beautiful days and nights you bless us with our loved ones. As we send our blessing to you and receive your love, guidance, and protection in return. Please watch over those who mean the most to us. We raise our voices now to the full moon in thanks for yesterday, today a

He pressed his palm against the glowing bark and closed his eyes. “This is no place for haste,” Elior said quietly. “Healing of this kind does not obey command or desire. It answers only to surrender.” Gavriel stood beside Althea, unmoving. “Tell me what to do.” “Pray,” Elior replied. “Not once. Not when it is convenient. Pray without ceasing. Speak truth. Lay down your pride, your fear, your power. Let the Almighty decide the hour.” Zander joined them, his face solemn. “It may take days,” he said carefully. “Weeks. Longer. No one knows.”

I turned away so that no one could see. And Sophia was calling me back. “Adrian? “ I blinked, realizing the hymn was past its end, and everyone was staring at us. I nodded in quick response and stepped up to ignite the incense. Smoke spiraled up. The priestess' voice, calm yet magic, began blessing and praying for the pack’s success. The pack prayed along with her in the softest notes for a while: Well-wishing, protection, and binding together. And it all melded into one wonderful sound.

“My Demon Father, Asmoday Hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come, Your Legion come, On Magica as in Demon Realm. Give us today your demonic blessing. Help us to take revenge on those who gave pain against us Lend us your strength And deliver us from dragons and the holy spirit. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, Now and forever.”

*** Father Jeremiah Brownfur ended his preach with a prayer, “Dear Goddess please give us the serenity to accept things that we cannot change…” And most of the congregation of the morning sermon in the Green Garden temple listen to the prayer in solemn. “And to guide us in a straight way to heaven and protect us from the sin that we may cause…” And while most were asking the Goddess for her help in resisting temptation, Jayden Blackfrost and his brothers were busy thinking thoughts that were downright sinful.

The midday prayer service in the Great Hall was usually a time of silent suffering for the pack. Under Lady Miya’s rule, knees ached, stomachs rumbled, and eyes watered from the acrid smoke of the incense Finn was forced to swing back and forth. But today, the silence was broken by the groaning of the heavy oak doors. Miya stood at the altar with her hand raised mid-blessing. She lowered it slowly as her pale eyes narrowed at the interruption.

The Holy Mountain of Athos lay shrouded in predawn mist, its ancient monasteries silent except for the distant tolling of bells and the soft chanting of the Jesus Prayer rising from the cells: Kyrie Iesou Christe, eleison me. Rain fell gently, turning the stone paths into mirrors that reflected the first faint light of dawn. Deep beneath the Great Lavra, in a forgotten crypt once used for private hesychastic prayer, a blasphemous inversion of Athonite mysticism was unfolding.

‘My Son, this is not necessary, God has seen fit to spare your young lady’s life, it is Him you should thank not me. He walked over to the sleeping woman and took out a small bottle of water, gently so he did not wake he made the sign of the cross on her forehead, with it.’ ‘May God Bless you and Keep you forever in his care. In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.’ He turned to Romero and held out his hand, ‘Pray with me, Son’ He said quietly and Romero found comfort in the well-remembered ancient prayer Father Who art in Heaven ..’

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.

We hope you all enjoy our celebration even if we don't have much to give because they are only for the sake of fostering community and family ties for the glory of our Living God, the Giver of life. "Before we all go, I invited you to join with me and my husband together with my parents, and relatives to offer a prayer of love, Thanks and worship." “We give glory to our Living God by faith and confidence in His abundant blessings and protection against pests, insects, and poisonous wild animals that might attack us. We pray in Jesus mighty name," others say, "Amen." “Let's also express our thankfulness and praises for God's protection from harm, calamities, and strong storms, earthquakes, f