Ceremony Novels & Stories

Our week at the house was a dream come true. I learned to fly and got very good at it. Rex and Kina got to play in the sky for a few days, before it was time to come home. We've been back at the castle for a week and now I am in full preparations mode for the crowning ceremony. I have two days until the ceremony, and I am so excited. The crowning ceremony is a lot like a wedding. It binds the prince and the princess together for life. The mate bond already does that, but the ceremony is to let the entire world know that we are bound together for life, and I wouldn't

Amelia answered seriously. He chuckled and then moved to sit down. "It will be a pleasure to see Kyle and Larson step up as Beta and Alpha," he answered. "Thank you, everyone," I said, then frowned deeply. "There is also something I wanted to discuss with all of you. The ceremony that is going to happen will be the ancient one," I said seriously. "What?" the twins asked together loudly. "You are kidding me, right?" Felix asked. "No," I answered. "Why are you all acting surprised as if the ritual is harmful or dangerous?" Uncle asked.

And so as not to spook her, the ceremony had to go on tonight as planned. Not long after, Selene showed up at the Bureau on her own. She wound herself around Cain and asked him, sweetly, to come with her to the family shrine before the ceremony, to pay respects to Marcus and Cordelia, to ask for the ancestors' blessing. It was tradition. Every Sterling Alpha did it before stepping into a major role. Cain's hand was in his pocket, working the ring Garrett had torn off him through the fabric. His face stayed cold. He agreed.

"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

The Head Elder, his white hair a sign of his long life, stepped out from the temple's shadows. "Since all parties have arrived, the ceremony will begin," the Elder’s voice boomed through the hall. "Place your blood seal on the documents. This ritual will dissolve the legal ties of your mating." Cade and Rhys looked at each other, clearly wanting to argue more. "Hurry up," I urged, my patience gone. "Don't waste everyone's time." Cade gritted his teeth, walked to the ceremonial table, and sliced his finger with a silver dagger. He pressed his thumb to the document.

he said. "No," Noah said. "Today it's different." He paused. "The chairs are arranged for the ceremony." He paused. "Usually there are machines." "What kind of machines?" Marcus said. "Sewing machines," Noah said. "For making the garments." He paused. "Do you want me to explain the production process?" "Yes," Marcus said. "After the ceremony," Noah said. "Okay," Marcus said. They stood together. Two boys in front of the north windows. The pale January light behind them.

asked Valerie. “Me?” I felt a grin pull at my face. “As much as I would so love to indulge in a more intimate moment with you, I must return to Chelver to attend the annual Vampire Ceremony.” Valerie gave me a perplexed look. “A…ceremony?” “It’s the celebration of the annual spring and the end of our dormancy, you see. Surely, you understand.” She lowered her gaze and bit her lip in a slight nod. “Now, now.” I reached out and brought a finger up beneath her chin to draw her gaze back up. “Enough of that look. Are you really so reluctant to be away from me?”

He is two years old and he does not understand the ceremony but he understands that something important is happening because of the quality of the room and the quality of the adults in it, and he is sitting on Callum's lap with the focused solemn expression of a two-year-old who has decided to be serious about something, which is the most serious expression I have ever seen a two-year-old produce and which makes something in my chest do a thing it has not done in a long time. Tom performs the ceremony, which he has done before in the Rookeries community, the informal version that does not require Parliamentary sanction or supern

Everyone is making their own guesses. Some said this ceremony is for the Alpha’s youngest and only daughter, while others guessed that it could be a celebration for Alpha Theron’s only son and heir to his position. When we received our invitations, the invitation never stated what the ceremony would all be about. We were only invited to attend “A ceremony to be witnessed”, as it was written. This cryptic phrasing had left us puzzled over the nature of the event, our imaginations running wild with possibilities. Is it a coronation? A wedding? A ritual of some ancient tradition? This mystery piqued

While I waited, I decided to ask what the fuss was all about. "What festival is it this time?" I asked them. The workers exchanged knowing looks behind the head chef. He smiled, "Actually ma'am. It's not a festival. It's a ceremony." I raised a brow. "I see. Tell me what ceremony it is." He rubbed the back of his head. "I'm not supposed to tell you anything." I frowned. What ceremony could it be? Was Ace getting mated to Marian already? "I order you to tell me," I blurted.