Ceremony Romane & Geschichten

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.

I repeated, trying to understand where this conversation was headed. Queen Sylvia nodded, her expression serious. “There is a ceremony for queens who are pregnant, dear. It’s a very old tradition, one that celebrates the first month of the child’s life. It’s not just for the child, it’s for the mother as well. A celebration of strength, of renewal.” Her gaze softened, but there was no mistaking the urgency behind her words. “You will be the center of this ceremony, my dear.” I blinked, taken aback. “I wasn’t aware of such a ceremony.”

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.

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

The graduation was the ceremony, which was different from the certification the way weddings were different from marriages: not more real, but more visible, the thing that made the invisible real thing legible to other people. Elijah had not been sure he wanted to walk. The ceremony seemed like the kind of thing that mattered more to other people than to him — the robes, the processional, the reading of names, the whole apparatus of institutional recognition. He had done the work. He had the certification. The ceremony felt like an extra, a performance, something that was not strictly necessary.

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.

Their discussion interrupted by an ominous booming voice from overhead. Allen took one more perturbed glance at Chiri, before slipping the trinket she had given him into a suit pocket. The voice announcing that the Blessing Ceremony was about to commence, they both made their way towards the raised platform at the front of the banquet hall. Two staircases descending down onto it from above, they served to grant access only the Elders and officials on the upper levels. Most choosing to view the ceremony from behind the lustrous golden curtains on the balcony above, the few who were officiating the ceremon