Banishment Ritual Novels & Stories

“How do we begin the ritual?” “We create a spiritual square with salt and holy water in the physical, and then we summon the spirit into it to begin the banishment.” With the solution she’d given, Walden only found problem with one word there; summon. He’d never called the spirit that troubled him before. It always came whenever it wanted. “Summoning the spirit? Do you think I will be able to do that?” “It depends. The spirit can only be summoned by someone with whom it had a strong relationship with while still alive. Were you such a person?”

No, she is mine and no-one will get that close to hurt her. “Explain.” My grip tightens on the phone as I listen to what Beta Alix has to tell me. “It’s an ancient and forbidden ritual. In the past, some tribes that suffered from disasters would make a sacrifice to appease the Gods, and also, shift the disasters to other tribes. They would choose a woman of value and importance. The spell is forbidden for a reason, sire. It drains the victim slowly over time of their energy, weakening them until they are an empty vessel before they kill them.” I snarl out as Nero roars in my head.

The authority in his Alpha voice filled the room instantly. The doctor broke completely. She fell back to her knees crying. “There’s… there’s an ancient ritual,” she stammered through tears. “One used by old packs centuries ago.” Dad frowned. “Go on.” She wiped her tears shakily before continuing. “The ritual is forbidden in many packs because of the cost behind it. It’s mainly used when poison cannot be cured naturally anymore.” Dad folded his arms tightly. “Explain properly.” The doctor nodded quickly. “When someone is poisoned beyond healing, another person can willingly take the poison into their own body through a binding ritual. The second person must be extremely powerful physically a

The bond between Zane and Malachi was a dark thread that needed to be severed, and they were determined to reclaim Zane's mind and free him from the grasp of manipulation. As the ritual unfolded, the elders chanted ancient incantations, calling upon the forces of light to banish the darkness that had entangled Zane's mind. The air crackled with energy, and a blinding light enveloped them all. Zane trembled, his face contorted with pain as the ties to Malachi were slowly severed. With every passing moment, the voices in Zane's head grew fainter, their influence waning. The collective strength of elders and unwavering belief in Zane's ability to overcome his ordeal fueled will be the success o

Clayton chimed in from behind them, his voice tinged with a mix of eagerness and annoyance. Alpha Thomas continued to read from the book. "The ritual can only take place during a full moon," he explained. "And according to this text, it seems the journey will lead you to Scotland." Camden's eyes widened with surprise. "Scotland!?" Camden repeated, her voice filled with shock. "You have to be kidding Alpha Thomas!" Clayton bristled in annoyance, "We need this done now. Like, today." "I'm afraid that's not possible Clayton," she Alpha said, his tone measured. Clayton leaned back against the wall with a scoff as he folded his arms. Camden sighed deeply. "What else can you tell us about the ritu

“I meant leave the pack not leave this room. From today onwards, you’re forever banished from the Greymoon pack Lana.” It felt like the floor dropped out from under me. Banished? From the only home I have? No, this couldn’t be happening. “What? You can’t—” “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said coldly. “You’re no longer welcome here. If I ever see you in this pack again, I’ll kill you myself.” I dropped to my knees, the cold fear gripping suffocating my heart. “Asher, please! You know I have nowhere to go! I have no money, no wolf to protect me—I’ll be killed by the rogues out there!”

The page is marked with a faint stain, blood, perhaps, from a desperate hand centuries ago. "A shaman must sever the rejected bond through an ancient incantation, requiring the consent of all parties involved. The process is irreversible and will result in permanent scars on the soul of the rejected mate." I stare at the words until they blur again. My chest aches as I imagine Ryker, so angry, so broken, undergoing the ritual. Or worse, refusing it and forcing Ramon to fight him.

Her entire body trembled as she clung tightly to me. By the time we finally reached the bridal chamber, she made another request. “Miss Shaw, can you stay here with me?” Sigh… She clearly hadn’t listened to a single word I explained earlier. “That’s not possible. I need to stay in the next room and perform the ritual. It’s the only way your fiancé will be able to respond to you.” I patiently explained the process to her once again. Vivian fell silent, but her body shook even harder. With her head lowered, she quietly walked into the bridal chamber alone.

The boy’s presence reminded him of what he fought for: freedom, choice, the chance to live beyond the chains of a bond forged in manipulation and deceit. "Adrian," Samuel said, his tone calm but ice-cold, "you have had your time. I will not be your pawn, your possession, or your weapon. The bond is broken." Adrian’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing through them before a wave of fury surged. "You dare—" His words froze as Samuel extended both hands, fingers splayed, energy coiling around them like silver serpents. The bond pulsed violently, a living thing, screaming in silent agony. Samuel’s voice rose in chant, a guttural, ancient rhythm that resonated through the clearing. It was a rite old

The vows would be a solemn promise, not just to our child, but to the barrier and the worlds it separated. Following the vows, we would perform a binding ritual, using a cord woven from strands of silk, each representing a different aspect of our child's heritage. The cord would be tied around the baby's wrist, symbolizing the bonds of family, duty, and love. This ritual would be a physical representation of the connections that tied our child to both the Fenrir lineage and the guardians of the barrier.