Banishment Ritual Novels & Stories

The air felt thinner, charged with a static energy that made the hair on my arms stand up. “What kind of ritual?” I asked. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs. Ronan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “An old one. Pre-crown. It was used only in the ages of chaos, when fate itself seemed uncertain. It requires a complete stripping of the self. No shields. No lies.”

Big men, warriors, with rough hands. Lyra didn't fight. What was the point? Where would she even run? Why would she fight, when her fate had been decided?. They grabbed her arms and dragged her outside. The party had spilled into the yard now. Pack members lined up to watch. This was how banishments happened, publicly, ceremonially, so everyone would witness and remember. So everyone would know what happened to wolves who stepped out of line. They dragged Lyra to the ceremonial circle in the center of the pack lands.

In front of everyone, he made his proclamation. "I, Earl Joseph Nightwood, hereby officially declare that Elizabeth is stripped of all titles! She is banished from the Nightwood Clan, forever!" The hall was dead silent. Joseph sneered at me. "You're so proud, aren't you? You think you're irreplaceable? Tomorrow, I will sign the treaty with Prince Archon himself! I will prove to everyone that I can reach the pinnacle of power without you!" Faced with this sudden, public banishment, I didn't fight. I didn't beg.

His cloak was off, and I could see his huge shoulder and back muscles rippling through the material of his shirt. “The Fates…wouldn’t mention him explicitly when I asked, but suggested the path to misery would involve people being false to me. I guess it just all kind of added up in my mind”. I knotted my hands together, trying to look pensive as I stared down at the carpeted floor. My stomach was in knots hoping he would believe me. Bram exhaled then turned to me, gently lifting up my chin to see his face. “You know he is banished for a very good reason?”

Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations. They step back after spilling the blood of the last ram over the final rock, leaving the rest to the three matrons who begin a singsong incantation. Powerful magic ignites on the rocks, and the bodies of the ram and their blood catch fire, burning till nothing is left of them. We all sense an invi

“You have brought chaos and destruction to this realm. Your actions have hurt so many, and now, you will face the consequences.” He sneered, his bravado still intact, but I could see the cracks in his facade. “You think you can banish me? I am stronger than you can imagine!” Ignoring his taunts, I raised the totem high above my head. The ancient symbols glowed bright, casting an ethereal light across the clearing. “By the power vested in me, I pronounce your banishment into utter darkness!” The energy crackled around me, and I could feel the pull of magic surging through my veins. The air thickened, swirling around us, and a deep, dark portal began to open.

And she hated how hard it was for her to win. "Let's give it a try," Aiden said to Bryan through their mind link, trying to convince him. Bryan let out a hard breath and turned to Morane, "What's the plan?" Morane's eyes locked onto Bryan's. "We need to attempt the Harvest Ritual. It's our best chance." "But isn't that ritual… forbidden?" Aiden asked her. He had heard about the ritual before, and it was not something to be joked with. Plus, Forbidden and Dark magic was not allowed in the Pack.

"Lina, could you—" "Not one word more," my dad cut her off coldly. "Starting today, the engagement between our families is void. We are no longer connected in any way." His gaze swept across Hylton and Priscilla, full of undisguised disgust. "Micah, see them out."

another elder said, his tone colder still, “entwined in matters far beyond your place. The Alpha’s public rejection only confirms what the whispers have long suggested—that you overstepped. That you sought what was never yours to take.” The words burned, but she held her tongue. Elder Morwen leaned forward, clasping her hands. “There are those who call for your immediate banishment. Others,” her eyes flickered with the faintest smile, “suggest leniency, for the sake of avoiding scandal.” The word *banishment* dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water. Serena’s breath caught—not because she was afraid of leaving, but because leaving meant severing the last fragile thread between h

Stepping back out into the room with my head lowered, I heard the intake of air from both of them. I glanced up at Salem and said, “The other one was too large. I hope this will be alright but I don't have any shoes.” Cesan spoke up and addressed Salem, “I could wrap her feet in black cloth or ribbons if you could find me some? I'm familiar with a method my mother's clan used.” Looking at him, I was surprised when he pointed at the plate of uneaten food. “Please finish your breakfast,” he asserted. Obediently, I went and sat across from him as Salem informed us that he would return with a roll of black ribbon.