Ante Tu Altar Novels & Stories

“We rebuild.” A simple answer, but one that carried the weight of everything that had brought us here. We moved in silence for a while, the forest growing denser as we neared the hidden passage that led to the castle’s lower chambers. Then, Alaric spoke. “So, how exactly are you planning to destroy the altar?”

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

he growled, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the altar. He lifted me onto the cold marble altar like I weighed nothing. The large crucifix hung above us as he shoved my dress up to my waist and buried his face between my thighs. There was no teasing this time. He devoured my pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking with raw hunger. His tongue pushed deep inside me while his nose rubbed against my clit. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the empty church. “Yes Father… eat my cunt right here on the altar.”

" The guard's voice was trembling as he spoke. I just lifted my gaze to the statue of the Moon Goddess at the edge of the altar. Then, I said calmly, "Tell Alpha that if he doesn't show himself, the ceremony will be cancelled automatically." The guard's face turned pale, and he bowed in acknowledgment before retreating. Soon, footsteps were heard at the entrance to the altar. It was Alonso. His steps were steady as he strode into the altar with his tall, straight stature. His facial features were still as prominent as ever, and his eyes were bright and piercing under the moonlight. Everything about him was just as I remembered it to be.

In reality, the Earth they knew was just a fraction of the whole world. After the two chatted for a while, they continued to study the altar and the four-sided diagram on Mount Bane. The diagram was strange. From a distance, it looked to be in the shape of the Four Holy Beasts, but a portion was missing. Bzzt! Just when everyone was inspecting the altar, a sizzling sound came from it. Shortly after, a dazzling light burst out from the altar. Everyone was startled and quickly retreated to the distance. They stood afar and closely watched the changes in the altar.

He had shed some tears in secret. Amelia moved her legs slowly and they got to the altar before Graham dropped her hand after stretching it towards Drake who hesitantly took it and gently brought her forward to face him. The priest wasted no time in handing out the wedding vows which they both said their terms respectively.Everyone present adjusted their seat when they got to the crucial moment. The moment of pronouncement! “If you have any reason to oppose this wedding,speak up now or forever hold your silence.” The priest’s thunderous voice echoed through the microphone.

I’d hidden in the furthest corner of the estate, certain I was going to die there. Then, Ethan appeared. He held a black umbrella, standing before me as silent as a king from some ancient myth, shielding me from the cold, endless rain. "Poor little wolf, left all alone," he’d said, his voice softer than anything I'd ever heard. Back then, I hated all Alphas. I glared at him with nothing but hostility. But he just shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over my shivering shoulders, and lifted me into his arms. "The Moon Goddess never makes a mistake," he said softly, his eyes on the faded mate mark on my wrist. "She was simply correcting a mistake."

The council's chairman stated. "All hail the Alpha and Luna! Hail." The pack immediately responded. Simon and Scarlett made their way to the front of the altar.

Words to open the passage between then and now: By blood, by bond, by memory unbroken. By time unyielding, by truth unspoken. Fragments awake, reveal and restore. What was hidden, conceal no more. A simple chant, old and universal. One that bent not to deities, but to the will of those who spoke it. As I considered this, the altar’s glow deepened before my eyes. The soft gold swirled, spilling like mist, wrapping around the chamber. The air thrummed, every hair on my skin standing on end.

Tie her to the altar. I try to struggle as much as I can on my way to the altar. I manage to kick one guard against his nose and scratch another over her face. But eventually, they put my arms in handcuffs on the altar. The sun slowly disappears from my face and Hella says, ''Let's begin.''