Gyomei Prayer Novels & Stories

I promised. “Good. It’s morning here already; let me say a short prayer for you before I go about my day.” “Okay, Mummy.” I knelt beside my bed and made the sign of the cross. “Dear God,” she began softly, “I come to you today to ask for your protection over my daughter, Ash, who’s in a new and unfamiliar place. Please watch over her and keep her safe from harm and danger. Surround her with your love and peace so she may feel comforted and secure. Guide her path so that she may find her way easily and without fear. May she feel your presence with her every step of the way. In Jesus’ name…”

The silence slowly spread through the square. This was the moment. The elder closest to me handed the knife to me. A long and sharp blade, with a golden hilt. I tightened my fingers around the hilt, closing my eyes briefly. "Moon Goddess… Please." I prayed. "Let this year be better than the last. Let the pack thrive, and let the town be safe. Let the harvest be plentiful, and let there be no wars. No sickness and no loss." And… if you still hear me… Watch over River, wherever he is. Keep that damn omega safe.

Ezra said, ''The dream is a calling; it away for the holy one to communicate with you there nothing to be scared of. ''Don't worry, the next time you have a dream like that, answer, speak your loyal servant, I am here. ''Zeze said, ''But for now, I will teach you how to pray. ''Zeze said, Zeze made Ezra get on her knee and fold her hands together, then bowed her head. ''Repeat after me. ''Zeze said, Prayer Yahweh, I have sin; please forgive me. My sin and create me a new heart that will be pleasing in your sight. Please help me not fall into temptation but to live by your word and fulfill your mission, let your glory reign forever, amen. ''Zeze said,

> she joined her hands as she started praying… The moment she pronounced those last words… the surrounding mana flickered and sparkles started shining around her… That verse she said… it is indeed a prayer… a prayer that works just like how a spell chant would have Not for magic casting… but for the sole use of holy power, a god’s borrowed energy…

he started the incantations and then the boy started moving around us with a bowl with steaming water in it, ooooh, I feel jinxed already “Okay everyone please open your eyes and look at your cards, drop them right in front of you and listen to me carefully. In this final prayers, the people who have the same color of cards have been selected by the heavens and are soul mates who are meant to be. Let us commence the final prayers, you must concentrate and let the God’s decide for you” “zammm zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam. Oku ndu ndu oku uhie, chi ihunanya, Gosi ha ndi ha na ha na-akpa. Zammm zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zam zammm”

*LYCIA* “Before we start the ritual I would like you all to join your hands and pray to the goddess once for a successful ritual,” dad said making everyone around us to join our hands together to give out our silent prayers. The room we now stood in was dimly lit with only candles and a double pentagram was drawn again in the center. Around this we all stood in a circle ready to pray.

“Everyone, pray with me.” “Plas forgyf us ure gyltas. Goryz lytus uxzel. Nom gyre, nom ryfm, zyr ryfm,” the priestess and the witnesses chanted. It was a plea to the goddess to intercede with the oldest of our spirits to release William and me from our bond. “Ah, ah, ah,” Diana moaned, and I gasped as her pain flooded my mind. It felt like something was being torn from my soul.

"Again? Let's have a very brief prayer. Thank you so much dear God for always remind... reminding me us on the importance of prayer. And thank you for a wonderful meal and unity in our lives. Take care of us Amen "Amen! Echoed everyone

Out of anger, Bella tagged while Amelia tossed herself into the air like a kite. ☆☆☆ North Path "Lord God, I pray for Your protection as I begin this day. You are my hiding place, and under Your wings I can always find refuge. Protect me from trouble wherever I go, and keep evil far from me." Were the smooth prayers that came out of Bishop Daimon's mouth. He never stopped praying as they moved deep into the forest.

We look at each other—me, Maeve, Win, Dougal. We’re not close. Not really. But right now, we’re a unit. A weapon. We nod. No words needed. We stand shoulder to shoulder, arms raised, palms toward the gate. Together, we speak the ancient prayer: “Gēta hoyi kibirihini bet’elati layi āwit’a.” (Lord, release your glorious power against the enemy.) Power builds between us. Light and wind and thunder. The gate begins to tremble, resisting us.