Novel & Cerita Ante Tu Altar

"From now on, you are no longer the Ryukin Altar's Altar Master. Go to the back hill to meditate on what you have done wrong." What? Alan felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his knees buckled, and he almost fell to the ground.

Already changed the altar’s song. When the roots finally still, when the torches flare back to life, when the guards drag Kade up hollow-eyed but still whispering her name — I know the ceremony will not save us. It will only break louder.

With every ounce of strength, he stood before the gate, a defiant figure against the backdrop of their doubt. With each agonizing moment, it became clear: they would either annihilate his soul or allow him passage to the altar of the Goddess. It was only when the resonant voice of the Goddess echoed from within the altar that the guardians finally relented. With his spirit scorched, Altair crawled into the sacred space. Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, he rose to his feet, trembling but upright, standing before the Goddess in unwavering determination.

"I like Hope. I'm Lila. Pack?" She nodded into my shoulder. "Pack." From the edge of the pit, Kai, Caelum, Maya, Luna, Aria, all our wolves, looking down at us. Fifty wolves howling, not war howl now. Welcome howl. We had a new little sister. And Altar 2 was dead. But on Kovac's balcony, his radio crackled, even after Vex smashed it: VOICE, DISTORTED: KOVAC? KOVAC! ALTAR 3 IS LIT. BUYER IS HERE. WHERE ARE YOU? Caelum and I looked at each other. There was an Altar 3.

"S-Suerini-ity A-Alt-a-amer-a.." "I said no!" "P-please..." I held on my knees for strength as I struggled to cry the words out. I wasn't even halfway through the rejection but pain was already consuming me from my legs. "I-I, S-Suerinity A-Altamera, r-reject y-you," I clutched my stomach when I felt my heart being clenched. I was having a hard time breathing and I was losing consciousness. Slowly, stars began to revolve around me as pain after pain assaulted my body. "A-Alpha S-Salaza--."

The guests were too mesmerized by my ring bearer to even notice what was going on on the altar. “Lola, what’s going on? I don’t understand.” “Of course, you don’t. When have you ever understood anything other than sticking your penis into holes?” And right there, by the altar, she took both rings from Kaleb and dumped them on my hand. The ring box had a paper under but that wasn’t my priority now. “Have a wonderful day with your family instead.” She said and took off. It was then that the guests noticed what was going on.

At the altar, right before we exchanged rings, my husband Julian stopped. "The heads of both families are here," he said. "Let's get this out in the open." A pause. "Seraphina Gallo... she's carrying my child. Three months" I stood there in my pure white, handmade gown. "What did you say?" He adjusted his cuff. So elegant. "The next heir to the Valenti family can't be a bastard." He looked at me with those blue eyes I used to drown in. "Don't worry. You'll still be my only woman. You just can't have the title of Donna. I'll sign over the Upper East Side penthouse. I'll take care of you." Take care of me? Ten years. An engagement ring. Now, a joke for the entire New York underworld. The anti

“Brave or foolish, it’s all the same in this case.” “You’re not alone,” he said, and I realized I had not let myself hear that fully before. “We’re in this together. Every step. Every risk. Every heartbeat.” I closed my eyes, letting the wind carry the words to me. I thought of Clara, lying in her hospital room, fighting for her life, unaware of the pact we were forging in that quiet twilight. I thought of the baby, moving persistently, as if it understood that life demanded courage. And I thought of Daniel, standing beside me, steady as the earth itself, letting me hold my choice without fear of being judged for it.

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

But I also knew that the gods came first, with wishes and requests second. With one last look, Aza gestured for us to follow her to the last door down the hall. With the same key she used to unlock the front door, she unlocked this one and walked inside. And when we followed, I almost lost my breath. "Everyone get changed," Aza said, setting down the basket and pulling out Aubade to place on the large, decorated altar. "I need a moment to meditate before we begin." **