Heaven Official's Blessing Ita Novels & Stories

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.

She caressed a loving hand over her womb. “Two young immortals are on their way, Hephaestus,” “May I?” He said, his hand hovering over her womb. He was taking Amalthea’s permission before feeling their energy. “I would like to bless them,” Amalthea couldn’t believe her ears. The immortal being was offering to share parts of his gift with her children. An immortal blessing mean their protection, it meant that they’d stay connected with the children. It was a sacred bond that was rarely bestowed.

‘This is the life’ Jackie closed her eyes and took a long drink of her wine, ‘I think I am going to enjoy it here’ Dawn grinned as a group of young Italian guys sauntered over, Penso che a Dio manchino quattro dei suoi angeli più belli. Possiamo unirci a te e offrirti da bere?' [I think God is missing four of his most beautiful Angels. May we join you and buy you a drink?] Melissa laughed out loud, ‘lo adorerò qui' [I am going to love it here’] She replied in perfect Italian as the young men sat down.

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It did not travel. It simply existed. Aurelian felt it within him, as natural as his own existence. “You are order.” “You are purpose.” “You are mine.” The response came instantly, unified across Heaven. “We are yours.” There was no delay. There was no variation. Aurelian’s voice joined the others, identical in tone, identical in certainty. Perfect. A command followed. Not spoken in words, but understood completely. Movement. The stillness of Heaven shifted. Wings extended, not with sound, but with light. Thousands of beings rose at once, ascending through the radiant expanse without disrupting its balance.

Truly, I’m blessed. Behind us, Dante’s voice rang out loud and proud, cutting through the night air like a blade. “Onore alla Sposa del Diavolo di Milano!” (Honor to the Bride of the Devil of Milan!) The others straightened, puffing out their chests as their voices rose in perfect unison. “Onore!” (Honor!)

All heads bowed, and his voice, though cracked and weak, led the room with surprising strength. “Father in Heaven, we thank You for restoration. For mercy. For love. Thank You for my daughter’s life… and for the man You sent her way. I ask that You bless this union. Let no hand of the enemy come between them. Let joy never leave their home. And may this child she carries grow up in peace, surrounded by love and kindness. Thank You for a new beginning. In Jesus’ name… Amen.” “Amen,” they echoed in unison.

With these strange feelings came a sense of calm and peace, it was almost overwhelming. 'Heaven, I swear to you today. I will be a man worthy of you. Of our child. I promise.’

"Humanity, Belle." She summoned a smile. "My mother made no mistake. She endured a life of scorn just to provide for me, refusing to surrender her soul to your grasp. Yet here I stand, her scorned child, burdened with her legacy of shame, hence this curse," she continued, extending her hand for a shake. "This decision does not validate your authority; rather, it is a testament to my determination to save these people. I offer you my soul. Do with it what you will, but release these unfortunate souls from the clutches of the monsters who brought us all down here," Belle declared resolutely.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?