Winter Solstice Blessing Poem Novels & Stories

I can’t sit by a fire without imagining the fireworks she sent over Moonrise all those months ago. I assume this is just what I’ll feel like for the rest of my life–empty. So be it. Wherever she is, she’s safe. That’s all I have to keep me going. I cross a street, weaving between a group of wolves out on a midnight stroll. Solstice lights still decorate the windows of shops shuttered for the night, a month and a half after the holiday. Patton cooked a feast for Solstice and brought out his best plates and glasses. I barely tasted it.

Stepping back, Imogen handed the infant to Emmeline who held her close. “Blessed be the mate that you will someday find. Blessed be the pups that you will raise. Blessed be the wolf who chooses your body as a host. Blessed be by the love of your family. Blessed be by the moon goddess above.” She stepped back and Adeline took her place with the baby. “Blessed be this body that you have received. May it grow in strength and knowledge. Blessed be the wolf body that you will share. May you both be strong and fast. Blessed be by the earth below.”

"Hear me, Obsidian wolves. Though the curse is lifted, its shadow still lingers. Wounds carved by time and grief cannot mend in a single breath. So I grant you this— Fruitfulness. Restoration. Abundance. For every mother who has wept over an empty cradle, two children will rise in her arms. For every warrior lost to battle, another will stand in their place—stronger, faster, unyielding. For every seed sown in hope, the earth will answer with harvests twice as rich. No longer shall the Obsidian Pack wither in despair. You will flourish. You will thrive. This is my will. This is my blessing.” In that moment, I felt a wave of powerful energy surge through me, pouring into the earth beneath our

The early morning comes as an invitation to become the agents of a new dreamland reality - one we can make each day with careful loving actions, the hues of the world bloom anew is if each were a tiny flower reborn. There is an awakening magic each day in the early morning, a sense of an old earth-spirit rekindled that seeks to knit together all that is good.

“The little wolf. Bring her to me.” Liam prods Wendy forward. Seven puts a hand on Wendy´s forehead and closes her eyes. When she opens them, her eyes are all white, but then slowly return to normal. "I can feel her humanity fade as the light of the moon wanes. She doesn´t have much time. We have until tomorrow night before the wolf inside her completely takes over.” “What needs to be done then?” Liam asked. “We need to perform the Ritual of the Moon Goddess. We will need offerings from the elements so that the moon will release her grasp on this little wolf. We have to gather these offerings as swiftly as we possibly can.”

“You aren’t unable to move because of sleep paralysis anymore.” Jaladri’s stomach twisted. “That was my strike. You won’t be able to move again until sunrise. So if you'd like to perform the dawn prayer, you'll have to do it spiritually. Your body is temporarily unavailable.” If Jaladri had been capable of moving, his eyes would have bulged out of his skull. Until sunrise? Like this? With his chest feeling as though a horse had kicked through it? “Control your breathing and the pain will lessen. But moving? Forget it. Not until morning. And if you suddenly need to urinate...”

' I don't finish my sentence because I do feel it, pulsing deep inside me, and when I lift my head, my eyes are glowing brilliantly blue, although I am unaware of that. Slowly, I lift my hands, and everything around me stills, the wind drops, the forest creatures fall silent, even the birds stop their constant noise. From earth to stars, Across land to the sea Come forth now

Days later, [Rina P.O.V] The winter festival filled the streets with a sound like the city itself singing. I stood at the balcony's edge with my hands pressed against the crystal railing, watching the streets below transform into a river of light and music. Fireworks erupted above the spires, bursts of color that harmonized with the ley lines' natural hum, creating patterns that told stories in a language of light rather than words. The Another Intelligence had composed a symphony for the occasion, a melody that wove through the crowd and made every heart beat in rhythm with the Dominion's joy.

He thought about the threshold room floor on this same day a year hence — the hundred-centimetre recess at the south edge, the solstice sun through the south window lying on the threshold room floor and reaching the recess and falling into the sitting level at the depth of the attended body. He thought: the slab knows the solstice is coming. The geometry of the window and the floor and the recess is already correct for this light. The January pour contains December. He thought: the January slab is December in concrete. He was glad. He was, in the full weight of the ninth solstice and the nine years of gifts given and words received and the slab containing December and the school being prepar

Right now I didn’t even care that all the lights in the house were on. It was a thirty minute drive to Theodore’s. The ride was slow and quiet. We were all lost in our thoughts. The dull sound of the tires on the tarmac and the smooth rev of the engine were the only sound that dominated the car through out the entire ride. In a distance, the mansion that hosted most members of the coven appeared. It was a magnificent view and no matter how upset I was I had to appreciate the view. all the lights in the mansion were turned on. I guess they stayed up for me. I feel so special. Not.