Banishment Ritual Novels & Stories

CZAR PRESENT-DAY The land would heal, Balthazar was convinced about this. He had faith in himself, his luna, beta, council, and natives. The purification ceremony went without any hassle. Incantations were made by the enchantress, homage was paid to the gods of the land and the moon goddess. As the alpha of the pack, Balthazar was made to sit on an ancient stool carved out from an old oak tree where rituals were made, and the goddess and gods consulted in the past till now.

Her words weave a hypnotic spell, fueling the fervor of the cult members and stoking the primal instincts within her pack. With the stage set and the moon as their witness, Sasha initiates the ritual. She guides her loyal followers through a series of incantations and symbolic gestures, invoking ancient deities and tapping into forbidden energies. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality trembles under the weight of their dark desires.

This is happening in my pack. These people are doing this in my pack! Who are they? A strange mumbling fills the air before stopping abruptly. One of them steps out. “Tonight brothers and sisters, under the moon and with the skies as our witness, we carry out a ritual. The power in our blood lies dormant, but we ask that with this offering, Tierel offers us his touch. We ask that he cuts us off from the shackles of weakness, and that he marks us so we can ascend.”

Swift River elders produced a detailed inventory of the missing artifacts—all ancient items related to mate bonds, including a silver ceremonial bowl, ritual daggers with paired blades, and scrolls containing ancient bonding rituals. Elder Walsh stepped forward, his weathered face grave as he indicated images of the missing items. "These artifacts were historically used in rituals to strengthen or manipulate mate bonds—some for healing, others for more... questionable purposes." "Questionable how?" Raymond asked, his voice lacking its previous certainty. "The Binding Ritual," Walsh explained reluctantly, his voice dropping as if discussing something forbidden. "A practice outlawed centuries

I barely registered the pain as its claws raked my ankle, shredding through skin and sinew like parchment. It’s ironic, isn’t it? Even livestock in Rogue Den were worth more than a slave like me. The rogues who ran this hell had made my status clear from the start. When a ewe died giving birth under my care, they’d beaten me bloody, tossed me into the snow, and lashed me with a wolfsbane-coated whip until my back was a map of agony. I learned my place. I wanted to shift into my wolf form and fight back, but then I suddenly remembered— to prevent slaves like me from resisting, my body had long been injected with large doses of wolfsbane. I had lost the ability to shift.

Alone in the oppressive silence, I reached inward, touching the sliver of ancient consciousness that resided within me—the Elder Whisper. It was a fragment of the first Moon Goddess's grace, my secret burden and my only hope. "Initiate," its voice echoed, like stones grinding deep beneath the earth. "You have chosen the Path of the Guardian's Agony. This ritual requires a sacrificial sealing. Your life essence will be the mortar that repairs the crumbling prison. The process will be one of profound suffering. We advise the gentler Lunar Slumber."

"What are the conditions for such a hex?" Kyle quickly asked as he stopped writing. "The ritual is a spiritual practice that involves numerous chants and the use of rare herbs. The participant referred to as the rejector, must spend a month mentally and spiritually preparing themselves. This preparation period is essential to ensure they are fully ready for the experience. They drink a potent cocktail, then scream at the top of their lungs the name of their mate and wolf they wish to be free of." "A month?” Kyle exclaimed. This method could not be the answer between the timeframe Alinta and Orion met and then the time their bond snapped. Kyle rubbed his brows as he tried to think of somethin

Gina rolls her eyes and step forward. "Now what do you need?" She asks facing Folkor. "We need you to help forming and allegiance. The real unbreakable bond" He says and her eyes widens "Is it really that serious?" She asks and Folkor nods. "Okay, now Tessa step forward. Everyone here including her mates need to perform the ritual" She waves Folkor closer as he is the nearest and takes his and Tessa's hands and put it together like a handshake, and place a chalice underneath their hands

The pack's murmurs grew louder, their chaotic mix of approval and disapproval palpable. With a nod Grayson signaled Conall, who stepped forward with a small vial of sacred water. Conall poured the water onto Ria's forehead, like he had done with Elena, marking her as banished. I wondered if the rejection was painful. She was wailing just as loudly as Elena had. The ritual ended and Grayson turned to walk away. He passed me on his way inside the house, his eyes locking onto mine for a fleeting moment. "You shouldn't have gone that far, Grayson. She'd only kept quiet because she wanted me to be hurt, not anyone else." I couldn't help but whisper.

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.