Novel & Cerita Ante Tu Altar

“Your lust runs too deep for simple absolution. Kneel on the altar.” I climbed onto the low stone altar and knelt. Father Ren stepped closer and lifted my dress himself, bunching it around my waist. He made me straddle a thick, polished wooden phallus that had been mounted there. The smooth head pressed against my entrance. “Confess while you sink down on it,” he ordered. I lowered myself slowly, gasping as the thick wood stretched me open. “Forgive me, Father… I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock all day. I touched myself twice before coming here…”

“If we can sever its hold on Eldoria, we may be able to bring peace back to our home.” Our resolve steeled, we continued our journey until we stumbled upon a clearing, encircled by massive stones that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. In the center stood an altar, its surface etched with ancient runes glowing softly, almost as if it were alive. “What is this place?” I wondered aloud, stepping closer to inspect the altar. “It feels... sacred.” Althea followed my lead, lightly brushing her fingers across the carvings. “I’ve heard stories of such altars,” she mused, her eyes glimmering with curiosity. “Said to be places of power where the forces of light and darkness have clashed in ages past.

He descended the narrow staircase two steps at a time, breath ragged, Elara cradled tightly in his arms. At the bottom stood a rusted iron gate carved with sigils no human should know. Kael didn’t hesitate. He kicked it open with a boom that echoed like thunder in the tomb. He placed Elara gently on the altar at the center. Then he knelt. “I know you’re listening,” he said to the air. “You’ve watched me before. You’ve helped me once. Now I’m offering you everything.” The shadows stirred. Cold fingers brushed the edges of the room.

he said again with a smile. Altar then walked towards the exit of the room. Before he left, he flicked his fingers to free his magic from June's body. At the same time, June fell to the floor. He was unable to stand, scream, or do anything. After what he saw, June could only lie on the transparent cold floor. Staring at the clouds and sky below. Her tears were like rain, seeping straight out of the floor and down to the earth.

I nodded my head as he placed the scepter in my hands. Lyle cleared his throat. “This is where I leave you, Is. You must take the final steps alone. You will take the knife at the altar and spill your blood into the water as soon as the moon is fully visible in it.” I turned and looked at a small set of stairs that led up to a clearing. In the heart of this open space stood a majestic stone altar, its surface worn smooth by the passage of time and adorned with intricate carvings that whispered tales of ancient rituals. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of moss and earth, and the dappled moonlight filtered through the clouds above, casting a mosaic of light and shadow upon the altar

Music thudded low in the background. And there he was—Matteo. Standing at the altar in a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, tattoos on full display, his expression carved from stone. His presence dominated the clearing. I forced my feet to move toward him. Whispers followed me like shadows, but I kept my head high. I stopped in front of him, and the officiant began speaking. “Tonight, under the moon, we witness the bond of Alpha and mate…” He turned to Matteo first. “Alpha, do you accept your mate?”

"If you have to go, at least let me go with you!" "No," I shook my head. "You stay here and wait for my signal." "What signal?" I turned back to look at them, my eyes resolute. "When I get close to the altar, the leader will let his guard down. For one perfect moment, he'll believe he's won. His focus will shift. The altar's defenses will drop for a heartbeat." "And then?" "Then you concentrate all your firepower and bombard the altar's energy core." I pointed to the glowing silver runes at the base of the distant altar. "Without the altar, they're just lambs to the slaughter."

“You’re stronger than this.” She closed her eyes and summoned every ounce of willpower to center herself. Slowly, the visions receded, leaving a quiet determination in their wake. “I understand now,” she whispered. “The altar’s power is a force of both destruction and renewal. It is not to be feared but embraced.”

My breath disappeared. The walls were covered in thousands of names. Guardian names. Some were crossed out. Some were burned into the stone. And some were still glowing. At the center of the chamber stood a giant circular altar. Four empty spaces surrounded it. Four symbols. Key. Lock. Destroyer. Door. My chest burned. I looked down. The fourth symbol on my skin was glowing. Then the altar spoke. Not with one voice. With hundreds. Thousands. Children. Men. Women. All whispering at once.

Elera pov Please say I do. Please,say I do . Don’t abandon me too please . I repeated the desperate plea in my mind like a prayer.. looking at the man whose answer will determine my fate . Alpha Adrian silverclaw stood before me at the altar , but he wasn’t looking at me.. he was looking at anywhere but me. Elder Thorne's voice echoed through the sacred grove. “Alpha Adrian Silverclaw, do you accept this woman as your mate, your partner in all things, until the moon calls you home?”