Heaven Official's Blessing Author Novels & Stories

They have become my friends regardless. I looked around, and I could tell that they were all thinking about my connection. “My mark has everything to do with rank and righting a wrong. For some reason, I’m the one the Moon Goddess chose to stop the hate wars between the supernatural species and protect the freedom of the innocent. “Well, we already took care of one problem,” Creed smirked as he looked up at me.

… "Daddy! Will you also always celebrate my birthday with me like this every year?" Hailey's question snapped Aston out of his reverie. "Of course, darling," he said, looking at Hailey's smiling face like he was looking at his younger self. He told himself that he was going to make sure that his children grew up happy and healthy. He told himself that many times. Ever since he narrowly cheated death in that accident years ago, he thought that it meant fate had given him a second chance. He'd then married Belinda, and they had an adorable daughter together.

His blessing is from Marvi, one of those lesser gods who specialises in keeping secrets, so I figured he was the safest bet. Darren, being Darren, found me a secret tutor. An elder with a blessing like mine, though hers is from Peithos, another lesser god. She’s been helping me figure out how to control this thing. I’m starting to get the hang of it, but let’s just say it’s a work in progress. Where we used to meet about once a month, we meet daily now, and we chip away at the chaos together.

Old Mia steps back, the shock is evident in her eyes. The rage I feel begins to intensify, threatening to consume me. “You´re responsible for the death of hundreds of people, including people who I love.” As I move towards her, I feel this power coursing through me. “Your time ends now, oracle.” I look at my hands and I witness the red aura enveloping me. What is this? “It can´t be. You are blessed by the Blood Moon. Stay back! Don´t come any closer.”

He bowed "Let's get settled. There's something you'd love when you see it." He pulled out the chair for me to sit He kept looking at his watch after he sat so I kept silent. Then he looked at me and smiled "Look at the sky." He said There it was. My evening surprise. The sunset in the beautiful city of Bahamas. The sky had shades of purple, orange and pink that blended so well bringing out the beauty of the sunset view. "Thank you so much, Carter. This means a lot." I appreciated.

But GoldMoon just confirmed that she did not bless Hera. “Princess, what did she say?” Buppig asks, having been watching closely trying to follow the conversation from just my side being voiced out loud. “She says that she did not bless Hera.” I say, my eyes never leaving GoldMoon. “That can’t be true, Shield. You laid your forehead against Hera’s. If that’s not a blessing, I don’t know what is.” Buppig says, looking at GoldMoon. She looks at Buppig and I swear she gives him an amused smile.

“Under the moon and stars, beneath the sky and the earth, we give our blessing to you, Fabian, son of fury, and to you, Seraphina, daughter of strength. May you lead with fairness, love , courage, and hold onto each other without end. May the kingdom prosper under your reign. As she spoke, something shifted under my knees. A pulse, maybe. Or a wave. The ground felt alive. I could feel it, whatever this was, rising through the stone and into the air around us. Heavy, warm, real. Like the gods weren’t just watching they were here. Reaching out. I felt it in my bones. The gods had given us their blessing. In that moment it felt like I knew we were meant to lead.

Samantha said, her smile a rare glimpse of warmth amidst the darkness, reminiscent of the one she shared only with Kathleen. "Thank you for rescuing my dearest friend, Christian. But I implore you, never again offer your soul. If you do, I can no longer intervene to assist you." Samantha inched closer, a solemn determination etched on her features. With a gentle hand pressed against her chest, a soft glow emerged, radiating from within her.

I mean she blessed your mating ceremony, and your children and also was believed by so many as the only way some would heal. I finished making dinner and quickly went to my room to freshen up before sitting down before the high whatever she was. I ran a brush quickly through my hair which was now dry and flowing down to my bottom side as she prepared. I so loved to put braids in my hair but the high priestess felt that allowing your hair to flow allowed your aura to truly show but I think it just made you stick out more and more. I couldn’t resist looking at my phone and saw that Rogan had texted me back.

“Can I hold you?” “Yes.” That one little word comes out as a sob that tears me apart. I pick her up and plant her on my lap. I bring her head to my chest, resting her cheek on the mark as I lay my hand over the one on her shoulder. “We are blessed you know.” “How are we blessed? I keep telling people the gods never bless me – they just find increasingly creative ways to make my life hell.” “Is that so? What about me? They gave us to each other.”