Ceremony Novels & Stories

"Peace, Isabelle. These will be transitory roles, with players properly selected and subject to rigorous non-disclosure agreements. Disposable stage performers to fill the periphery; nothing more." That was a minuscule comfort, she admitted grudgingly. It's best to limit this tangled web to as few innocents as possible. Still... "And what about the actual...ceremony?" she asked cautiously. "Surely that could be a simple civil event away from prying lenses?" "You wounded me," he said mockingly. "Where is your sense of showmanship, my love?" Of course, we'll need to sell this illusion with an elaborate, star-studded gala ceremony

My footsteps echo softly against the floor as I walk toward the altar. My dress glides with every movement, but I barely feel it. All my focus is on them. My heart beats hard, a swirl of anxiety and resignation tightening in my chest. The golden phrase "Bonding Ceremony" glows with an ethereal warmth at the center of the floral arch. The curtain of lights illuminates each white petal, creating a solemn atmosphere. The glass tables with golden bases reflect the brilliance around us, and among the decorations, the phrase "Forever" rests in silence, a reminder of the inevitability of this union.

"Everyone please gather and come in toward the stage. It is nearly 7 and the sun has begun to set. The ceremony will begin shortly." We do as instructed, shuffling in towards the stage. Lora and I ended up in the front just behind the chairs. I wanted to see Pete, and of course Lora did too, eye candy as she said, gag. After about 20 minutes the last of the stragglers came in and the ceremony was beginning as the moon shone bright in the sky. The most delectable scent hits my nostrils and a slight breeze ruffles through my hair. I could feel my mouth salivating at the sheer smell of it. Crisp morning air, spicy pine and sandalwo

A queen. Outside, horns sounded deep and resonant. The ceremony was beginning.

But none of that was what the ceremony was. The ceremony was: Serin standing at the center of the hall and speaking the Myrrhborn words that had not been spoken in three centuries, the oral tradition rendered visible in the room's air like something rising from water. Mira, beside her, who had carried those words for three hundred years and who stood absolutely still as they were spoken with the expression of someone watching something they have carried become something it was meant to be. The ceremony was Oryn beside Zion with his arms folded and his face entirely under control and his jaw doing

She had never looked so sure of herself, so untouchable. Aria lingered at the edge of the crowd, her tray trembling in her hands. She should have left, hidden in the servants’ wing. But some cruel instinct rooted her in place. She needed to see. Needed to break fully, rather than linger in false hope. Her eyes lifted, just once, to Kaelen. He didn’t see her. Not anymore. His gaze was locked on Selene as though nothing else in the hall existed. The ceremony began with the drumming of wolves’ paws against the stone floor, a primal rhythm that thrummed like a heartbeat. Elders stepped forward, speaking words of blessing, of destiny.

I rolled my eyes in confusion, I’d just return, what the hell were they getting me ready for. “For what?” I asked bluntly as they strolled into the room carrying a whole lot in their hands. They all passed a glance at each other, and then at me with a confused look on their faces as well. “The ceremony my lady.” The older servant from earlier said as she walked into the room. “The consummation now has a ceremony?” I asked, frowning my face as the thought of it did terrible things inside of me. “Not that my lady, you haven't been publicly announced in the Den, that is the final ceremony before the

he declared. I frowned in confusion. "What ceremony?" I asked. "Don't tell me you forgot.You forgot didn't you?"he cried. I grimaced. "I’m so sorry Manuel.I've just been thinking about a lot of things and I didnt... please could you remind me what ceremony is today?"I pleaded. "Well today is our crowning ceremony, where we would be crowned Alpha and Luna"he informed me. I gasped as a book fell off the desk in my hastened step to get out of the library.

Bishop and York tied a ceremonial cord around their waist as they both shared a long-suffering gaze "My dear pack members, today we gather to witness a sacred ceremony, the mating ceremony of our Alpha, Arric, and his beloved Luna, Eirika. This is a momentous occasion, one that we celebrate with great joy and reverence. As your beta, it is my honor to be here to officiate this ceremony and to speak to you about the importance of the bond that our alpha and luna are about to enter.

I wanted to write, on the occasion of the first year, to tell you what I saw from the front of the room. I have officiated three hundred and twelve ceremonies. They are not all the same. Most are correct. Many are meaningful. A few are what I would call true — ceremonies where the thing being formally stated is the thing that has already happened in the room before the ceremony began, and the ceremony is simply the room catching up. Yours was true from the beginning.