Amazonian Sunrise Ritual Novels & Stories

I saw her trying to smile through the tears and it broke my heart that I couldn't take her inside and close the door, to promise her that I would never leave. Never in my life had I wished for a mate or a man but right now I kind of wished that I had met my mate here, because then I wouldn't have to go. “Yes,” she whimpered out. "let's go," Trixy said as she stood in the front of my mind. *** The spot where the ritual happens had always been the same. It’s the edge of a mountain surrounded by the forest overlooking the pack. The stabbing stones under our feet were said to draw out any impurities before we reached the top of the mountain.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 — 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 A sacred, once-a-year Sombra Azul's native ceremony, aimed at ushering in a new season. Little bonfires burned in disciplined rows before each hut—low, steady flames fed with resin and bone-dry wood. Impatient children dressed in ceremonial garments ran barefoot through the dust, faces painted in streaks of cobalt. Their laughter was swallowed by the rhythm of the drums. Old women knelt at their thresholds, shawls the color of storm clouds pulled tight as they traced cornmeal sigils into the earth, murmuring blessings under their breath. Liza's household wasn't left out in the ceremony— inside the Minnelli's hut smelled of pine s

Her mother held her hand out to her. “Sessy…” her father started but his protest died when she shot him another glance. Amber took her mother’s hand and followed her out the back door. They walked through groups of people who hurriedly moved about cleaning up the remnants of the bonfire and setting it up for another one. It never struck Amber as odd that her people spent most of the night celebrating and doing rituals and still woke up the next day full of energy. Every celebration seemed to recharge their batteries in a way she never thought to question.

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

Since the moon was most visible at mountain Zumba, the awakening ceremony was held there every time. We ran the entire distance to reach the mountain, panting as we noticed the moon was growing brighter. As we entered, we could hear songs being chanted and lamps being set up in specific locations. The shamans, our new Alpha; Alpha Jasper, and his men were all present when we arrived. We quickly joined in with the incantations. "Focus, the moon is getting brighter." The shaman yelled and continued with his incantations. In the midst of misery, I closed my eyes and began to focus, attempting to forget everyone and everything around me.

They perform rituals before starting projects like this, it's traditional and Alpha Damon approved of it. So that day everyone gathered under the half moon and followed the rites as done by the progenitor leading the rituals. As tensed as everyone was, they all felt a rush of satisfaction at the end of the rituals. The following day comes, and before dawn news spread out everywhere “that the drought has gone, the lands that were dry became wet again. The streams and rivers had came back even without rainfall. For 24 hours, Aquinas name and the deep water park was in mouth of everyone in the Blue moon park community and in Alpha Damon's household.

The ritual kicked off under the light of the blue moon, where a goat was buried in a fetal position, representing rebirth. Then we sat on the earth, carefully shaping a mound of soil to look like a wolf head. My grandmother, my uncle Boaz, Nebula, Selena, the steward, and the pack priests watched us at the sacred grounds, and at exactly midnight, the company drum resonated in the air. Selena made us do this call-and-answer chant dedicated to the moon goddess, then applied a costume red pepper, which was super spicy, around my neck, and made us drink a spoon of Castor oil.

On the way to her cabin, we ran into several pack members who were rushing into the clinic, many of whom were there to see their loved ones in the clinic that were injured due to the rogues’ attacks. I didn't want to speak to anyone much, so I did my best to evade them, guiding Elder Miriam through another more secluded passageway instead to escape. And so, I spent the rest of the afternoon handling herbs and preparing materials for the blood moon ritual in the next two days. The process was much more intricate than what it took to heal Asher, and even more nervewracking. Even one misstep could make the entire process invalid. I worked with Elder Miriam to dry, purify and decoct several item

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

But he pushed and pushed hard to keep trying. The ancient rites and rituals couldn’t sever the bond completely. The ceremonies seemed pretty innocuous at the time, but her pale and gaunt face now haunted my memory. Her strength slowly leaving her body. Her wolf becoming weaker. I remembered her pleas to not kill her wolf. We didn’t listen. Selwyn was convinced there was one more rite we could try. Slowly, it came back. The afternoon leading up to the ceremony. Selwyn ordering the ceremonial bath hours before the ritual would start. The scented water, the misty air. Vanessa dressed in something that left nothing to the imagination.