Burning Blade Rituals Novels & Stories

"Get another! Your sword is going to be used as a symbol for the bones to be crushed from the root of where they came from. Once the ritual is done Aiden, this sword will be used to cut just a Hyde and they will all fall and be crushed to dust. This sword will be used to kill just a Gar and every Gar would be crushed from its roots." "Fine!" I nodded and stuck my sword in the middle of the bones. I told the goddess and she arranged them in a row sticking the bones to the earth and she began some incantations. Some Gars were coming closer and I gasped. "The barrier, you need to cover us with the barrier!" I panicked but she was lost in chanting as this strange fire emanated and glowed so brig

The elder continued speaking ancient vows while servants lit silver candles around the ballroom. Then came the binding ritual. “Join hands.” Ariana hesitated. Kael extended his hand impatiently. After a moment, she placed hers in his The elder used the moon blade carefully across their palms. Ariana flinched slightly as pain spread through her skin. Drops of blood touched the silver bowl between them. Then suddenly... A sharp pulse exploded through Ariana’s body. Her breath caught instantly. The candles around the ballroom flickered violently. Several guests gasped.

She cries out in horror as I tighten my grip on my athame and angle it towards my children. The diamond blade glitters a thousand rainbows in the moonlight. I dig it into Lupe's skin first, slitting the skin open like a bird's wing cutting through the wind. The blood beads out into a silver bowl, and I fill it partially before filling a separate bowl up with Nadir's blood. They remain asleep, unaware of the ritual I perform. I set the athame in the belt of my kaftan, unable to feel the relief that Alora shows.

As soon as I touched it, the blade sizzled and erupted in fire that made me gasp. The blade fell to the ground with a clang and I held my hand close to my chest. “Interesting” He mused, offering no explanation of what had happened. I looked at the burned edges of my fingers and blew some air on them. “Take it and cut your wrist” He ordered and I stammered, “M-my wrist? Why?” Again he offered no answer but simply stated, “Cut your wrist and hold it above the cauldron.” “He needs your blood for something…a ritual perhaps?”

But from the dangerous certainty in them. The elder lifted a ceremonial blade, its silver edge catching the firelight. “Step forward,” he commanded. And together… Hand in hand.. Kaelen and I stepped into the center of the ritual circle.

“Maybe. Or maybe that was just a story meant to scare pups into respecting sacred ground.” The humor fades from his face as the torches blaze brighter, their light painting golden lines across his weathered features. The wind dances through the clearing, lifting his robes slightly as he turns toward the altar. “This is the Moonfire Altar,” he says, his voice deep and echoing. “We stand here, in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself, to mark the beginning of the Moonborn Bonding Ritual.” He takes a black cloak from the altar and unveils what lies beneath it—a black metallic knife glinting faintly blue in the torchlight.

The ritual followed. An elder brought forward a small carved bowl. A faint scent of herbs rose from it. I already knew what it meant. So did Jeremy. A blade was given to him first. He took it without hesitation and made a small cut across his palm. A drop of blood fell into the bowl. Then he handed the blade to me. I took it, steady, even as I felt the slight sting……Another drop joined his. The elder spoke quietly, finishing the ritual. Jeremy lifted the bowl and took a small sip, then passed it to me.

she instructed, moving to the fire to heat the blade. Isaac obeyed, although every instinct inside of him was screaming not to do it. His wolf roiled, furious, howling, “You can’t do this!” He wanted to shift and run away, run to Ella, to his mate. But Isaac held his ground. He watched as the healer opened the wood stove and plunged the knife’s blade inside, heating it until it began to glow red. “This ritual shouldn’t take long,” the healer explained as she worked. “It will allow me to see the threads that bind you to your mate. If I can see them clearly, I can cut them without damaging your souls.”

When we were done with that, Mr Zeke read the next thing. After our vows there was something else left to do before everything would be sealed and the ceremonies would be done. We still had to drop our blood in the ever burning fire and make a promise again that we would never turn our backs on hunting. An elder would be the one to supervise this time. They would hold our hands and hand us the sacred razor for us to cut our palms. An elder, a different one from the one who handed us our certificates came to us and we followed him to the fire. It was called ever burning because no one had ever seen it go off.

We stood in front of the crowd as he rolled his eyes. A holy blue fire was burning behind us, showering the warmth and love of the moon goddess, while the priest was reading some scriptures. His wolf was extremely excited. We haven’t met for long, but he knows how to show affection better than Rowan. Laura and Waylen showed their thumbs to me with their unending excitement. As the priest finished reading, Orson forwarded with a knife in his hand. I remembered the ritual Laura told me about. He held the knife in the holy blue fire for a second before handing it to Rowan.