Oracion A La Santa Cruz Novels & Stories

I stood in front of the Holy Cross and prayed- '' Dear God, If my adherence towards You is genuine My heart is pure; my intentions clear. I ask for your guidance and your help In finding my soul mate, my most perfect partner. I seek a partner who enhances me by his very being... Who brings more love, joy, peace and prosperity to my life... Who I can love fully and who can fully receive my love... Who loves, honors and cherishes me completely, and always... May I know love when my true love comes to me.

No longer powerless. "Yeah… just nervous," I admit. Elijah’s lips curl into a soft smile. "You’ll be fine, my Luna." His voice drops to a low, melodic hum as he begins to chant, the ancient words rolling off his tongue like a song only wolves understand. "Na'vethar ka vethril, se'reythar ka mor'zhil dharani." (Open the gate, reveal the path to the mortal realm.) The moment the words leave his lips, the painting in front of us trembles, the canvas rippling like water disturbed by a stone. The frame glows, molten gold spreading like veins of light. Slowly, it expands, stretching into a massive, swirling doorway.

For the first time in his life, Damian Cruz prayed. Not for power. Not for forgiveness. Just for her. And maybe, if fate allowed it, for one more chance to make things right.