Winter Solstice Blessing Poem Novels & Stories

"Even though Mom, Dad, and Clara all misunderstood me, I didn't blame them. My birthday's coming up. I want to go on a family trip. I thought it would be nice to take Clara somewhere new and let her see more of the world." "Clara, where are you? I miss you so much. Every time I close my eyes, I dream of you crying for help. I'm sorry. I never should have asked to go to the northern grasslands." "I'm sick, but I'm not going to the hospital. I gave the money to Mom so she could pay the patrol team to help search for you. It's okay. I've always been strong. I'll be fine." "The healer said my wolf is gone. It hurts so much. But I can't rest yet. I need to bring some money home."

I wandered over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a stunning view of the village below, its lights twinkling beautifully. As I watched the village and its peacefulness I made a short gratitude prayer to the goddess. I turned away from the window, surveying my new surroundings. Everything screamed majestic, royalty. It felt like I was on some sort of vacation. A glance at the big clock on the wall reminded me of the dinner appointment.

“For everything that you’ve been through alone. You know how I love you …” Larice hugged the woman once again. “I love you too, Faran … I’m so … so grateful you’d still accept me … even after you saw my curse.” “It’s not a curse, Larice,” Faran hugged her back. “Believe me. It’s a blessing which God has given you because it saved us.”

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.”

Even the choice of our wedding venue had nothing to do with me anymore. That night I slept at a friend’s house. Shane never once tried to contact me. The next day, after finishing my work handover, I stepped into the villa and was greeted by the sound of Tania’s laughter. "During the vows, there must be rose petals drifting down from both sides. That’s what makes it romantic." Shane sat beside her, his eyes locked onto her with a tenderness I had never once received. "Anything you want," he said warmly. She had his devotion, something I had never been granted.

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

Large wooden tables lined the edges of the courtyard, covered in white cloths, heavy wooden bowls of sweet red apples, trays of hot honey bread, and massive roasted turkey legs. It was the night of the Winter Solstice Festival. All across the northern mountains, this was the most important night of the entire year. It was the night when the sun disappeared early into the black sky, and the wolf packs gathered together to burn the great Solstice Log, sing ancient songs, and ask the heavens for a safe, warm winter. Over two hundred people filled the great open courtyard and the inner banquet hall. Simple village farmers, loyal pack warriors, noble elders, and young children ran around with big

she murmurs, her words echoing in the depths of my soul. In that moment, time seems to stand still as the Moon Goddess extends her hand towards me. I can feel the warmth emanating from her touch as she bestows upon me a blessing unlike any other. It's a surge of divine energy, coursing through my veins like molten flame, yet it doesn't sear or burn like wolfsbane. Instead, it's a transformation, a metamorphosis of my very essence.

All of us wait for the Moon Ritual to begin. Elder Nyssara, wearing her ceremonial robes, chants in a self-important voice, "Once a year, under the sacred Winter Solstice Moon when the Longest Night rules the skies, Goddess wanders the earth to bless this Water of Fate. Drink, and if not scorned by the Moon, you shall sense your destined one.". My eyes dart from the elder and the bowl of Water of Fate in her hands to the one person I can’t stop thinking about. Blue eyes lock on me, face cold and demanding my obedience.

The grove seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly luminescence, bathing me in a radiant glow. "In this sacred place, under your watchful gaze, I pledge my heart to Dante, trusting in the destiny that has woven our paths together," I declared, my voice resonating with a newfound strength. "Grant us your blessing, Moon Goddess, and may our love be a beacon of light and hope, guiding us through the trials and triumphs that lie ahead." As my final words hung in the air, a profound sense of peace washed over me, as if the Moon Goddess had bestowed her blessing upon our union. I opened my eyes, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and certainty.