Ante Tu Altar Novels & Stories

Celestia betrayal 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?”

"You’re doing the right thing. Embrace your true destiny." "I’m not doing this for you, you son of a bitch," I hissed through gritted teeth, pushing the words through the blinding pain. "I’m doing this to stop you." Lucien laughed, a booming sound that literally shook the walls of the tomb. "Stop me? Oh, Vaelora... you aren't stopping me. You’re completing me." The moment my foot hit the final step of the altar, the translucent wall trapping me expanded outwards, locking down the entire altar zone. It completely cut Lucien and me off from the rest of the world.

Rise and prepare the altar for deeper devotions. They obeyed without question, their eyes gleaming with that same forbidden fire. Maria fetched fresh linens, draping them over the stone surface. Elena lit more candles, the flames dancing shadows across their naked curves. Theresa and Lucia gathered oils from the vestry—scented with herbs meant for anointing, but today for slicking skin and holes. I lay back on the altar, legs spread, cock pointing skyward like a profane spire. 'Start with worship of the source,' I instructed. 'But this time, explore every part. Eat my ass, sisters. Devour it like the Eucharist you crave.'

Rise and prepare the altar for deeper devotions. They obeyed without question, their eyes gleaming with that same forbidden fire. Maria fetched fresh linens, draping them over the stone surface. Elena lit more candles, the flames dancing shadows across their naked curves. Theresa and Lucia gathered oils from the vestry—scented with herbs meant for anointing, but today for slicking skin and holes. I lay back on the altar, legs spread, cock pointing skyward like a profane spire. 'Start with worship of the source,' I instructed. 'But this time, explore every part. Eat my ass, sisters. Devour it like the Eucharist you crave.'

The witch pointed to the floor in front of the altar. "Kneel." I got down on my knees. "Now," she said, looking at me with eyes that felt like they were staring right through my soul. "Reject your mate." My head snapped up. "What?" "Face the altar," she said, "Open your mouth. Reject whoever your mate is. Say the words." I stood up before I even realized I was doing it. I turned to Mireya. "What is going on?" I demanded. I wasn't asking nicely. "What is this?"

Marla said dryly, her eyes scanning the shadowed trees. Dean walked slightly ahead, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. “How far, Nic?” Nicola held the map in one hand and her father’s book in the other. “We’re close. The altar is supposed to be in a clearing near the base of that hill.” She pointed ahead, her voice steady despite the unease knotting her stomach. Damien smirked. “Good. The sooner we deal with this, the sooner we can move on to the next one.”

The Anchor," Audrey whispered, looking back at the trail. Lucas appeared at the edge of the plateau. He was flanked by his Elite Guard, their silver spears leveled. He looked at Audrey, and for a moment, the wind died. The only sound was the heavy, rhythmic thrumming of the Altar. "Audrey, step away from the stone," Lucas said. He didn't sound like a lover; he sounded like an executioner. "The Priestess says the Altar is a conductor. If you trigger it while the Seal is broken, you’ll tear the veil. You’ll let the Sleeper in."

“Then let’s remind it who we are.” We entered the temple together. The roof had collapsed centuries ago, and the sky above was a pale gray wound. In the center stood an altar of white stone, cracked but still gleaming faintly in the dim light. The floor was carved with symbols that pulsed faintly when I stepped across them, as if recognizing something in me. Lyra’s eyes widened. “It knows you.” I swallowed hard. “What do I do?” She motioned to the altar. “Place your hands there. Let it see your blood.”

No sound. Just dust and memory. The ruins rose like broken teeth against the sun. Black stones, scorched soil, dead trees twisted in grief. I walked alone to the center of it. My boots stirred ash. And there it was, the altar stone. Charred. Cracked. Still humming with old magic. I knelt beside it. My hands shook. Then I drew the dagger close to me. “Aria—” Cato warned. “I have to.” He didn’t stop me.

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.