Winter Solstice Blessing Poem の小説・ストーリー

“May fate be kind to you, may your loved ones aid you in the storms of life, may joy be yours and may there be little strife, may peace and happiness be yours all your days, may you find friends and the love of a fated mate on your way.” I could feel the blessing reverberate through me and know that this is no young witch; this woman is powerful. She then picks up a goblet and draws a crescent on each of their foreheads. “Blessings of the Spirits be upon you. Blessings of All Beings be upon you.” Concluding the blessing, she gives each of us a candle to blow out before placing a crescent on our foreheads as well. “That was something else,” I murmur, and Caterina agrees.

With the plea for protection of my newfound love, my family, and our wolves. The elder stood before the altar, a vessel of ancient wisdom and reverence. She held a sacred mixture of flower petals and blessed water, representing the essence of life and the blessings of abundance. With a gentle touch, she sprinkled the fragrant mixture over the baskets, bestowing upon us the invocation of fertility, growth, and abundance for the coming season.

“She’ll be gone soon, and that’s what matters.” “And good riddance,” my mother mutters, surprising me. She’s usually more diplomatic than that, especially when it comes to family—which, despite everything, Veronica is still family. Alice stands, crossing to the window to check on the weather. The mid-autumn sky is overcast, the smell of rain in the air. “Perfect weather,” she comments. “The darker it gets, the more dramatic the lighting of the final flame will be.” The Solstice Ceremony is one of Ordan’s oldest traditions, marking the final day of autumn before the official start of winter. It’s meant to symbolize the last ray of light disappearing behind the horizon before the “long night”.

I had never been one to enforce my beliefs on anyone, but if it was something that they wanted to do, I would happily teach them the traditions of my people. “Yes please,” said Dante, shutting his eyes tightly. Asher took a few more seconds, shaking his head at Dante's forehead first, before even considering shutting his eyes. “Bless this food, oh, moon goddess.” “Bless the food moon goddess,” they responded. Close enough. “May the water quench our thirst and the foods nurture our growth.” “... nurture our growth.” “And now you can go ahead to eat. Bon appetite,” I said, ripping the bread apart and chewing on it while I scooped up a spoon of tomato soup. It was so perfect that I worried that

I would honor the sacrifices of all who came before me, channeling my grief and determination into every step I took. Tonight, as the shadows closed in, I sensed the first hints of light breaking through, weaving stories of bravery and hope—a tapestry of strength filled with love. I was Winter—magic flowing through my veins and a fire igniting my heart. When the moment arrived, I would summon my sisters, and we would rise together, fierce and unyielding, ready to face the shadows threatening our world.

“This marriage foretold before your birth; the stars have aligned for your spirit to walk upon the earth. We cannot bless that which is already Goddesses driven, by its very nature the blessing is given!” “We thank our ancestors for confirming our path!” “Heed your dreams they lead you well, they reveal what others cannot tell.” “Blessed be the Goddess! Blessed be our sisters! May we forever have a beacon of light between us!” Asteria calls out. “Spirits of the East, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of the South, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of the West, take with you my blessings and thanks. Hail and farewell! Spirits of

The lyra attached to the metal structure bellow the glass ceiling began to ascend slowly taking her with it until she was hanging only by her right hand five feet above the ground. And then it began. It was a song they wouldn’t recognize, but it had the power to talk to people’s souls. The violin was beautiful and the whole arrangement was made to bring a smile to the face of whoever listened to it. She moved from her one-hand hang on the lyra to sit in the middle of it and looked at the crowd. That night she would portrait the adventure of life. Enjoying the pain and the beauty, the sorrow and the joy. She smiled at her audience and closed her eyes, feeling the cold metal against her finger

Blythe walked out of the room at some point. I felt a dip in the mattress as a pair of stong arms wrap around me. “Angel, don't ever scare me like this ever again”he whispered. I snuggled into his warmth as if we had done this for years . His embrace gave me the warmth I truly desired at this moment . In the back of my mind the thought festered.. I should push him away..im still married. All thoughts disappeared when his hand rested upon my blemished stomach. “ your still beautiful angel no matter what .”i wanted to cry his kind words pushed away any negative thought or feeling. The tiny hospital bed had enough space for the two of us. I wonder how many nights we slept like this. In a short

CHAPTER 64 AVA’S POV The deep, resonant swell of the Moon Mother’s ancient hymn echoed off the battlements. The lower palace courtyard was overflowing, packed shoulder-to-shoulder with hundreds of pack members who had traveled from the farthest borders of the territory. Rows of young families stood in quiet, respectful lines, their breaths pluming in the air as they cradled newborn pups wrapped securely in layers of winter furs. This was the traditional Winter Blessing ceremony, a sacred event dedicated to welcoming the newborn pups of the kingdom, presenting them before the high altar to secure the pack's future, blessings and prosperity.

That profound sense of absolute safety and peace was a luxury I had never known before. ... Early the next morning, just as the sky was starting to lighten, Marie rose from her chair and carefully tucked the edges of my blanket securely around my shoulders. "Sleep a little longer, honey," she murmured. "I'm going to slip out and buy you breakfast. I'm going to get your favorite doughnuts and strawberry cake." I nodded, watching her silhouette slip through the door. A deep, radiant warmth blossomed within my soul. As expected, she still remembered what I liked.