Banishment Ritual Novels & Stories

“King Seth defines to me the ancient ritual that you are talking about. It is a ritual that mimics the Realm–where the Moon Goddess and the Blood God came from. It will render humans immobile, but beings like us can still function inside it, especially the Vessels and Apostles. It is limited to that area, though. It will not purify the goddess, but if you take hold of the minds of the werewolves and bombard her with it. Maybe, just maybe, you can somehow remind her of her people—motivate her enough to purify herself.” I nod. Thankfully, Seth knows exactly what I am referring to before I lost consciousness. Else, Inanna won’t be able to prepare an area as potent as this in just a few minutes,

"The ritual requires a location," Bastien says. He says it in the hallway at midnight and his voice is doing the flat operational thing, which means he is already three steps ahead and is catching up to me. The binding location,I say. Nadia mentioned it. A place of established pack power where the ritual can be anchored. I look at Bastien. He is not going there to perform a ritual. The ritual requires willing blood and I am here and the statue is gone and I am not going anywhere near that site.

Struggling still even though he knew at was futile, he watched as Grandfather took off the pinned broach of their family crest. Of course. Of course they would. The practice was lawfully banned yet they would still perform the blackmark ritual of banishment. Grandfather pressed the broach into the top of his hand and Derrick cried out against the searing pain. His grandfather's eyes burned into his as he recited ancient words, which only ramped up the pain to beyond anything he had ever comprehended. He felt the metal sink into his flesh and he struggled against his father and brother until he couldn't. The pain was just too much and his vision faded to darkness.

Everyone around me murmured with fright expressions on their faces. Emilio stood stoically, refusing to show any sign of fear or remorse. It's like he knew what was coming, and he accepted his fate. But the other pack members looked on in disbelief, some still clinging to the hope that their beloved elder would be spared. My chant reached its climax, and the pack members joined in as per tradition, their voices rising in unison. The ritual was a powerful one, designed to send Emilio far away from our territory and prevent him from ever returning. But as the chanting reached its climax, a commotion erupted at the edge of the clearing while I pointed a finger at Emilio, and a beam of light sho

And when Selena arrived to cleanse all this with frankincense, it was awkward because I still wasn't speaking to her. "I know you're mad at me," she whispered into my ear, "but this ritual is meant to banish every negativity, so keep whatever sentiment you have against me and focus." Muttering under my breath, I ignored her. This was her fault, after all. The ritual kicked off under the light of the blue moon, where a goat was buried in a fetal position, representing rebirth.

He raised his hand, releasing a massive wave of pure, concentrated Supreme spiritual pressure directly onto the two traitors. This was the ritual of Spiritual Banishment. A suffocating, agonizing weight crashed into the room. Xavier let out a blood-curdling scream as the invisible pack bonds connecting his inner wolf to the Silver Crescent network were violently ripped out of his soul. Katherine clutched her head, howling in pure physical agony as her own spiritual connection to her family line snapped like a heated wire. The biological rejection was absolute. Their eyes, which usually carried the proud, vibrant colors of high-ranking noble wolves, permanently faded into a dull, muddy gray—t

She's right, of course. I forcibly redirect my attention to the ritual preparation, centering myself as my mother instructed. The sanctuary doors close, creating separation between the us and the observers, though the large viewing window still allows them to watch the proceedings. "We begin," my mother announces, her voice taking on the formal cadence of ritual language. "With blood freely given to counter blood maliciously used, with the essence of moonflower at celestial alignment, with bonds acknowledged and strengthened through willing participation."

“We will find another way. You are not sacrificing yourself. Ever. Understand?” She nodded, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. She’d seen something in that vision. Something she wasn’t telling us. Over the next three days, preparation consumed everyone. Elder Thorne gathered fifteen Alphas willing to participate in the ritual. Each one powerful. Each one committed to stopping the Void’s emergence. Chen taught us the ritual. Ancient words in a language older than modern pack speech. Movements that channeled power through specific patterns. Sacrifices that fed the binding.

“You liar!” Everyone turned to me and Draven stepped closer and his face was hard and unreadable, like I meant nothing now. “Please,” I whispered. “Please, don’t do this.” No one answered and then Draven said the words that ripped the ground from under me. “Nyra Veylin is hereby banished from Shadowfang Pack.” I froze and the world around me went silent. “No…” My voice came out broken. “No, please.” I then grabbed the bars and pushed my face between them as far as I could.

And the focus right now really did need to be on bringing the Huntsman down. I turned to Lisa. “You have the ink boiling. What else do we need to get done? Let's make sure that everything is ready to go. Absolutely nothing should get in our way of making this ritual happen.” She nodded. “We have the ink ready. We have the herbs we need. Those will get burned or sprinkled during the ritual, at least the ones that weren't used in the ink. But we need one other thing to make this happen. We need a sacrifice.”