Horse Mafia Blessings Novels & Stories

“You shall be the father of these people. Be the guardian they all deserve, guide them away from pain, death, and suffering. Morgan Muller, you were given that name to be the alpha of this pack. To continue the legacy your family had been making.” This kind of blessing ceremony had never existed before. Everything was new since no one ever thought of having the moon goddess go down their realm and bless the alpha herself. No one knew what would happen next that’s why everyone was attentively watching the whole ceremony. “Morgan Muller, with the power of light, of love, and of the moon. The goddess of the moon blesses and announces you as the rightful heir of this title.” A streak of bright l

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Bastian, you are in no position to negotiate." "Well, Marct has given you a year to do everything. "If nothing happens until then, well... I think it's safe to say you know what will happen," Ambrose said, standing up to stretch himself. "But Boss, mark my words. There is a reason why everyone praises Marct. He's not someone you want to start a war with. He's not someone you want to go against. Especially with the allies at his beck and call. And not that it'd make a difference, but I found out his uncle is the one leading the Draugr Mafia." Bastian's eyes bulge out. "Marct's a Mafia?" Bastian asked, still shell-shocked.

I lost my grin and looked at them with my devilish look. The man frowned. "Fuck! What do you want to happen?!" he ask angrily. I glanced again at his tattoo on the neck and bravely met his gaze. I pointed to the tattoo. "Delcour Mafia crest. You were responsible for Apollo schivan's death," Everyone was shocked again. Their seeming leader also recovered immediately.

“There’s only one way to prove loyalty now. No words. No more lies. Blood will tell the truth.” The wolf had decided. A dagger gleamed as Damian drew it from his belt, the steel catching the firelight. He slammed it into the wooden table, the impact sending cracks spidering through the splintered surface. “Tonight,” he said, his voice low and deadly, “we bind ourselves in blood. No oath of loyalty stands without sacrifice.” The men shifted uneasily. They all knew the ritual. A blood pact was an ancient mafia tradition—cut flesh, spilled blood, a vow sealed in pain. Breaking it meant death.

"Luca felt bad that I was wronged, so he's decided to hold the grandest baptism for our son in the banquet hall tomorrow. All the allied families will be there. It's the biggest event of the year. As the 'mother' in name, shouldn't you at least come and offer your blessing?" A baptism? My eyes shot to Luca. In the strict code of the mafia, only the family's officially recognized matriarch could stand beside the father at the baptismal font to receive the priest's blessing. For him to appear with her was more than just acknowledging the child. It was establishing Bianca as his woman in front of all the allied families. So what was our three-year marriage, forged in blood and fire, then? A jok

It was a message from the Godfather stating we had been approved and our mafia gang was now among the recognized ones. Godfather had returned the next day. It came as a shock to everyone, as the man they assumed was dead suddenly came back to life. A poster for the half-eyed lady had been released, with a bounty on her head. Anyone who kills her will have it all. Now all the mafias are in search of her. I guess she will be on the run now. Even if she decided to hurt us again,she wouldn’t make it half way before she got caught. At least for now, there is peace, even though I know it is only for a while.

Whatever Blake was finding and recording was being screened on her laptop as if it was a mirror and judging by the fact that her and Blake worked together; it was only normal for their devices to be linked “what we need to do first is have you working legally, as cop or a special agent” “And how would you do that?” Anastasia asked frowning in confusion. “You and I are going to Vegas. There’s the mafia’s family gathering. Three members of the Russian and English families are cops and they all work together alongside the mafia. We’ll see if they can give you a badge and take you under them for you to be work legally and under the protection of your law and badge, and knowing who the men are; I

“Well, I just wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for us, Harper.” I try to let the tension bleed out of my shoulders. I’m about to change the subject when Dante speaks again, his voice cutting through the moment as he gulps down lemonade. “Plus, paying Mr. Sinclair’s debt in full like that? Taking down those mafia thugs?” He whistles, a sharp, mocking sound. “That’s a boss move right there.” The world tilts.