Unblessing Novels & Stories

Adrian spoke, everyone silently agreed it was the best guess so far. "Like our blessings, you have to have a certain trait to get it or you will die." If people didn't have the traits to earn one of the 12 blessings they would face serious consequences, like Ophelia's blessing if you didn't have the traits, which were, a clear mind, spiritually connection, control over your emotions and peaceful. If you didn't have those traits her blessing would drown you from the inside filling your lungs and heart with water. "That makes sense, so what traits do we need to have?" Nicholas asked they all sighed they were back to square one.

Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even but temporary guess I'm leavin' and your magic I might believin pretty good, you think you won congrats again, it's been real fun a spell like yours can be undone Hmmmm, Oh I see, you think my best? wait a sec, I'll get undressed something here I must confess Most these monsters are my friends on whom my back I can depend do your thing, with time you spend That's okay, you go ahead I don't wanna end up dead

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.

There was only a low, rhythmic humming that vibrated through the soil and into the soles of my boots. I stood on the ramparts with Killian, looking down at the sea of humanity. They were the "Unbound", the ones the global pulse had found and refused to let go. They were the Incompatibles who hadn't died, but had instead been "re-coded" by the resonance I had accidentally discharged. They looked like a cross between a refugee camp and a religious pilgrimage, their eyes glowing with that same nebular violet light that now haunted my children's dreams.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

“Give them back and this all ends.” “It’s not my mother who answers though, it’s Malic. “Never. You won’t spread your unnaturalness anymore.” Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “There is nothing unnatural about a witch. What is unnatural is punishing innocence for something out of their control.”

"Lina, could you—" "Not one word more," my dad cut her off coldly. "Starting today, the engagement between our families is void. We are no longer connected in any way." His gaze swept across Hylton and Priscilla, full of undisguised disgust. "Micah, see them out."

Tonight, she would not kneel. Tonight, she would sever the cord between herself and the god who’d named her instrument and called it mercy. She glanced down at Ansel’s journal, lying open at the edge of the circle, its pages warped and blood-stained, the inked warnings curling with the damp. She’d found the ritual described in a margin—half prayer, half curse, wholly forbidden. The kind of rite meant to be cast in desperation, when no other doors remained. To unbind what is divine, the faded script whispered, offer not only yourself. Offer your belief, as witnessed by another who would die for your fire.

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

TERM DETECTED: UNBOUND STATUS: UNAUTHORIZED RISK LEVEL: ESCALATING Alex exhaled slowly. 💭 So this is how movements begin. 💭 Not with war. 💭 With a name that refuses to kneel. Brian laced his fingers through Alex’s, steady and present. ❄️ “Whatever comes next—we face it together.” Alex squeezed back. “Unbound,” he said again. And for the first time since fate marked them— The word felt like freedom.