Official's Blessing Novels & Stories

"Please, Rainie, we were wrong before. We shouldn’t have believed that monster!" "As long as you can save my wife, I’ll give you everything I own!" I let out a quiet sigh. "Come with me." I brought them back to my place in the mountains and handed out the holy water I had prepared earlier. "Take this back and have your wives drink it. In three days, the children in their wombs will return to normal." I paused, then added coldly, "But remember this, during those three days, they must not be injured or bleed. And they must not look into a mirror. Otherwise, the ghost infants can confuse their minds and consume them completely."

At the end of the deck is a small stage with a wall of flowers and a wind chime? Bash is wearing a black tuxedo, and the guys are wearing a white one, and our officiant is with a black cassock. Bash accepts my hand from Dad. As we stand in front of the priest, he starts the ceremony by giving a short sermon about how the marriage is blessed by God. My heart suddenly thuds loudly in my chest. “I repeat, do you accept, Sebastian Christopher Hughes, IV to be—” I feel Bash's hands squeeze my hands, and I blink and swallow hard.

he growled as I narrowed my eyes at him, then raised my index finger, zapping the battery life on it. He quickly set it down and watched the nuptials. “Sorry for back-talking,” he murmured, and I nodded, then turned to see Cesan coming and taking his seat next to me. He was teary-eyed as well, and it was endearing. After the nuptials, the officiant called out Cesan's name, and he turned to me. “Lyric, please stand with me so we can renew our vows,” he said softly, and I eyed him suspiciously.

If anyone dared to look at her the wrong way, they'd be dealt with. “We are gathered here in the presence of God, family, and friends to unite Scott Mancini and Allegra Rossi in holy matrimony. Marriage is an honorable estate and is therefore not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, advisedly, soberly, and with God’s blessing. Today, they will receive God’s greatest gift; another person to share with, grow with, change with, be joyful with, and to stand with as one when trials and tribulations enter their lives. It is fitting, therefore, that we should on this occasion begin by asking for God’s blessing on this marriage. Let us pray.”

The young voodooist took a deep breath and slit her wrist. As the blood spilled out of her body, Onika emmited a pink flash of spiritual energy to heal the wound. The symbol of the dagger glowed purple on her wrist before disappearing. Baron Samedi walked closer to Onika, lifting her head up as sadness came out of her face. " Welcome to The Blessing . " Two weeks pass as the city conducts a grand ceremony to honor those lost to Felicia doing. Amongst the picture's displayed lies Christopher McKnight and LaToya Styng.

“Please, not now.” His brows furrowed, the faintest flicker of frustration crossing his face. “Eva... “Not here,” I repeated, still holding onto my smile that is anything but genuine. He sat back, exhaling slowly. The hall continued to boom with energy, chants rising through the crowd, drums echoing softly. When the priestess raised her hand again, the crowd fell silent. “Now, before the moon’s witness, we call upon our King and Queen, Alpha Nicklaus and Luna Eva, to bestow their blessing upon this child.”

“Receive the Lord’s blessing. The Lord bless you and watch over you. The Lord make his face shine upon you, and be gracious to you. The Lord look kindly on you and give you peace; In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” “Amen,” Octavious and I chimed in.

I ask, unmoving. "It is said that when a blue moon appears during the marking of a new mate, it is the moon goddess herself blessing your bond. Your bond will now be as strong as it is for true mates!" My eyes widen, 'really? Is that even possible?' I think to myself, but as the blue light of the full moon washes over me, I can feel a higher power within it blessing us. Closing my eyes, I breathe it in, welcoming and thanking the goddess for her blessing. When I open my eyes again, I see Leroy gazing back at me, waiting for me with a beautiful smile. Bringing my foot closer to his lips without breaking eye contact with me, we say in unison,

Don shifted Nikolaos to his hip and brushed his thumb against his son’s soft curls. I lit the shamash and moved with confidence. I’d done this. I’d practiced. I’d read transliterations, watched videos, and triple-checked my pronunciation. I would not botch it. Not this time. Yet as I cradled the flame and opened my mouth, the importance of it filled me. Not nerves. Not insecurity. Reverence. Don stood quietly by my side as I began the blessing. “Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha’olam…”

It would be better to die quickly, than to face the full wrath of a ruthless prince. “When did you receive your Master’s blessing” Abe continued with his questioning? What the two men were describing was termed as a ‘blessing’. It was the ability of higher entities and stronger wielders to pass some of their power to lower lifeforms or weaker wielders. It came at a great cost. Firstly, those who were ‘blessed’ would be inherently weaker than others of the same level.