Novel & Cerita Banishment Ritual

Roman said. “It's the silverbane and binding circle ritual.” Father said, before he brought his historical journal out. “Let's start with the silverbane ritual. Where my daughter would be bathed with a silverbane leaf.” “Her head would be packed with a white thread, this signifies the purity of becoming the next Luna.” “Her body would also be marked with temporary moon ink, and she has to fast for hours.” He said, as he read it from the journal. “That means you have to leave my daughter behind.” Raven suggested.

"How do we do that?" "You will enter a trance state and confront Kieran directly in a mental battle. You will need to convince him to let go of his rage and accept the peace you offered him. If you succeed he will leave willingly and I can complete the banishment ritual. If you fail he will fight to stay bonded to you and the ritual will fail." "And if the ritual fails? What happens to me?" "Then Kieran will remain in your consciousness forever and eventually he will consume what is left of you. Without your wolf to anchor you to this world you will fade away and only Kieran will remain in your body."

These shelves were loaded with tales of the Moon Goddess, long-forgotten festivals, and ancient rituals. A book cracked its spine when I opened it after yanking it free. The title was written in beautiful calligraphy: The Bonds of Eternity. I flipped over the pages, looking for anything that caught my attention. The majority of the content consisted of flowery, ambiguous reflections on the sacredness of mate ties. But then I saw only one word: Ritualum Disvinculum. The Severance Ritual. As I continued to read, my heart raced. The ceremony was a method, painstakingly explained; it was not only a fiction.

Dmitri shed off his ritual gear, looped his arm around my waist and led me out into the fray. This was the first time Nathan had directed the ceremony, instead of Dmitri since the officiating couple were supposed to be bonded, or soon to be bonded mates. It wasn’t just a welcome into manhood for them, it was a fertility rite. Once upon a time, we’d be the ones to kick off an orgy, and afterwards they all would have run around goosing and kissing the women of the pack throughout the day to share their vitality and bless them with fertility. Another tradition I was glad had died out through the ages. Although, I did receive a few pinches on my ass, until Dmitri wrapped his arms around me more

“Then make it simple.” I step back and drag a hand down my face. “There is a ritual,” I admit. His eyes narrow. “Define ritual.” “Forbidden,” I say. “Old. Not practiced for a reason.” “Stop circling it.” “It extracts the curse fully,” I say. “Rips it out at the root.” “And?” “It needs an anchor to pull from.” He waits. I force myself to meet his eyes. “Bloodline anchor.” He goes still. “You mean me.”

"What you want to do—it's called a death and rebirth ritual. We're going to honor who you were while welcoming who you're becoming." Sera nodded, tears already forming again but gentler this time. As the sun began its descent toward the horizon, as Brittany's execution time approached, we performed the ritual. Sera wrote down everything she was releasing—fear, shame, the need to stay small—and burned the paper in the ceremonial fire Mom had prepared. "I release you," Sera whispered as the smoke rose. "I honor what you helped me survive. But I don't need you anymore." And as the last rays of sunlight painted the garden gold, as somewhere in the pack house a different kind of ending was taking

, Davish scoffed and all of them laughed at his hurriedness. Porishma giggled and made her heart calm down a little bit. Soon they exchanged garlands and the Priest told them to sit at their respective seats. The Priest started chanting the holy spells. Pashika came and did the ritual of Gathbandhan by tying a knot between the Porishma's stole and the Davish's scarf. Gathbandhan was a ritual done by the oom's sister or sister-in-law, literally meaning pact or coalition, in which the bride and Groom's garments were tied together as the circles were holy fire.

he asks, leaning in closer to Bryan. Bryan nods, appreciating Joe's genuine interest. "Of course, Joe," he says, his voice laced with a blend of fondness and knowledge. "The bonding ceremony is a sacred ritual where two merfolk commit to becoming brothers, bound together by a profound connection. It involves a series of rituals that symbolize the merging of our souls and the intertwining of our destinies."

Then her gaze looked around as everyone stood like statues. "What's going on, Harlan, what's wrong with them?" asked Rhena, "Shouldn't this be the ceremony to confirm me as your mate?" Harlan tightened his embrace on his woman's slender body and whispered at the tip of Rhena's ear, "I must perform the ritual of rejection of the blind woman of the past before we can be united, Rhe." "Bulshit! I don't accept it, you've already signed me as your mate, Harlan!" Rhena snapped, then her gaze turned to the elder, "Honourable Elder Vans, I appeal!"

Zane’s POV: As we finished breakfast, I reached for her hand, gently running my thumb over her wrist. “In two days,” I said quietly, looking deep into her eyes, “it will be the full moon.” Autumn tilted her head. “So?” “We need to perform the Soul Bound Ritual,” I explained. “It's a sacred rite… one only true mates or bonded rulers perform.” She blinked, unsure. “What do we have to do?” I stood and pulled her closer, my hands resting on her waist.