Official's Blessing Novels & Stories

"We’ll have a priest bless the bond today. Just a simple blessing. No formal claiming yet." I swallowed. My hands tugged at my dress's sleeve. Even at this moment, I felt the importance of this matter. Alberto thought that Alaric was going to be my first mate. "Why today?" I whispered, my voice not quite steady. He smiled, not in his eyes. "Because Alaric's father comes tomorrow. Without a blessing, they might withdraw the offer." I nodded. I understood politics. But gods, it felt so sudden.

Rosie wrinkled her nose. "We cleanse this space of negative energy. We create a barrier of protection around this child." Victoria moved around the circle, waving the sage. Others joined in, each person approaching to offer a blessing. Marcus's aunt spoke first. "May this child be protected from harm. May she grow strong and healthy." Calloway's cousin added, "May the light always find her in darkness." One by one, people offered blessings. Some traditional, some personal. Some in English, some in languages I didn't recognize—family prayers passed down through generations.

Selfish love had never truly belonged in his life. And yet, when I thought of this—and of that kiss in my sleep some days ago—I felt an oppressive weight settle in my chest. Had he truly never been selfish…? Looking at Odin again, he seemed to have little to say. Thor stepped forward, leading a procession of dark priests. He sprinkled consecrated water upon Vali’s head and chanted blessings over him. Afterward, one by one, the gods ascended the platform to present gifts to the young prince. And yet, my gaze could no longer move away from that child.

He chased after Duke for a beat down, but Cleo appeased his temper. The blessing ceremony was similar to a christening where the Elders appointed the moon goddess’ blessing on Valen so that he grows strong, healthy, and successful in all his endeavors. It was a family and friends occasion in the werewolf world and not something mandatory for all pack members to attend.

The only thing he would ever kneel before. His crown. His throne. His kingdom. The hall remained standing, even as Olivia motioned them to sit. And then came the words, uttered in the Old Language. Sacred and ancient, spoken flawlessly by Olivia Emma. Do you offer your life, your body, your soul to the service of the west coast He answered in the Old Language, as he had also practiced with Iranna last night until her tongue turned leaden. I offer all that I am and all that I have to the west coast

It was a new thing. The mycobacteri read a technical blessing saying that [Love has a home from now on and your heart will no longer be lonely. The touch of holding your son, the warmth of growing old with your son, and the blessing of your love are the five-month garden full of roses. May happiness and happiness accompany you from now on.] The wedding ceremony was completed by the rings exchanged in the blessing words of the emcee. At this time, the music rang again, and Stacy took the position with the help of Zong Jingrong.

I placed the thyme in the water basin. Now it was Hope's turn. "I, Hope Ashwood, sister of the Ashwood Pack, represent the Moon Goddess and bless you with focus as clear as a summer day. May you lead your Pack with clarity." She places the St. John's wort in the basin. James steps over to the basin and bows his head as the three of us sprinkle the blessed water on his head. Then, he steps back, and father again takes over. "The goddess has blessed you with wisdom, strength, and focus. How do you receive these blessings?"

I squeezed her hand. "We pray for your blessing today. We pray that you cover us with your feathers, and under your wings, we find refuge. Let your truth be our shield and buckler. We commit this day, this celebration, into your hands. Let it be a success, filled with joy and laughter, and most of all, let it be safe. Guard our hearts, our minds, and our bodies from every evil plan. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen." "Amen," Becky echoed, her voice firm.

No vehicles are allowed within a certain distance of the palace, so I'll have to get off and walk quite a distance to reach the palace. "I do." The best man gives the bride's ring to the priest, who blesses it and hands it to the groom to place on the bride's finger. Then, the maid of honor gives the groom's ring to the priest, who blesses it and hands it to the bride to place on the groom's finger. "I take this ring as a sign of my love and faithfulness in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

I echo, my voice trembling. The officiant smiles. “May your light shine upon us forever.” Vanda nods. “Thank you.” “It is my pleasure to welcome our new Luna and bless your bond. If ever you need guidance or feel far from the Goddess, do not hesitate to come to me,” the guide says, before glancing up at the moon and retreating into the night.