Choosing Ceremony Divergent Novels & Stories

Maxim, with his unyielding strength, the sharp edge of his devotion pressed against every movement. Two forces colliding over me, circling me like predators bound to the same prey. It wasn’t just desire. It wasn’t just hunger. It was something older. Something sacred. A ritual written in the heat of their eyes, in the way they fought not with weapons, but with possession. And at the center of it all me. The chosen one. "Mine," Maxim growled. "Ours," Icarus corrected, his tone sharp with defiance. I was torn between them, but I wasn’t breaking. No, I was burning. My body, my will, my soul, stretched between two flames, each demanding I give in.

"I do. I just struggle to believe it." "Look at me Ezra. Please." He did as I asked, so I continued before I lost the nerve to say what needed to be said. "You and I were connected together by a goddess. She laid out a path for us that it seems most others choose to take and thrive on. You and I didn't take that path. We've walked so far down another that the old path is gone, and it's too far away to ever get back to. That doesn't mean that we don't deserve happiness Ezra. It doesn't mean that there aren't other paths for us to walk down. Paths that we get to choose for ourselves as individuals. We can't be the only ones out there that haven't finalized the mate bond. Your uncle told me tha

Thick, respectful. Then Xavier stepped forward and placed a single white ember lily beside the pendant. It opened on contact with the Flame. The ceremony was complete. Outside the Hall—Quiet Steps As they emerged into the cool hallway, Maera asked, "Will you tell the court?" Ceres didn't hesitate. "No. Let this be between the fire and the few who understand what it means to end something with mercy." Xavier added, "Let them write songs for victors. But let us remember the ones who chose surrender, when power would have been easier."

I felt like it would complicate things the more so I decided to keep mute. “Why, Diviner?” The Alpha Queen asked now and every gaze was directed back to the Diviner. He turned to look at me now and then he looked back at the Alpha Queen after a moment. “I don’t know yet.”

“Believe me, we have spent hours trying. They refuse to change back.” “Meditation, endless sex, medicine, potions,” Damon includes, with extra information none of us really needed. “You name it. We have tried it.” “Neither of us wants the target that these eyes come with,” Elle sighs, “but it seems like we are stuck with them.” Damon looks at Theo and Andrew with a sadness, “you need to pick another tradition for the ceremony. We cannot risk other alphas finding out about the mark on your chest.” “How about the hunt?” Elle rattles off, “or the chase?” Her suggestions sparking interest in the males.

the tears were fighting stronger now but she continued to fight them as she crossed her arms and took a deep breath. “We wanted to adopt you.” Maia looked up at Mr. Sween whose eyes had only become more kind. “We want you, Maia. I know your past father was... something. We won’t discuss that right now.” the tears were freefalling now. “But I want you to know that me and Marie, my wife, want you. We chose you. You will never have to live in fear of being treated that way ever again.” Mr. Sween reached out and gently kissed the top of her head, causing Maia to lose control and break down in tears.

Silence. Then Kael laughed, bright and startled. "You vicious little—" The chapel bell tolled, cutting him off. The Ravenblood Ceremony. All humor fled. Nyma scrambled off him. Today, the Raven would decide her path—healer, warrior, or her stomach clenched a bargaining chip for some political alliance. Kael caught her wrist. "Look at me." His thumb brushed the Ravenflock birthmark on her inner arm—the twin to his own. "Whatever the damn bird choose, we won’t let them take you."

“Ummm no, this is not what I signed up for. I’m supposed to be here on vacay, from someone else. I wanted time to breathe and find myself. Not to be some sort of prize between werewolf, Lycans or whatever. This is bullshit. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be bound to anyone. I mean the sex mark was kind of fun and Talon is awesome in the sack, but now you’re talking about mates for life, and I can’t be with anyone else. That sounds an awful lot like marriage and I’m not ready for that; and then what if Talon loses, I’m supposed to belong to Baron? Fuck that. Di, I think we may need to be out.”

Liora’s P.O.V. The reason behind the sudden change in plans clawed at my mind as I remained silent throughout the rest of the ceremony. Scarlett performed the rituals, standing at the place that should have been mine. The hall breathed with reverence, devotion flowing toward her as naturally as moonlight toward the night sky. My gaze drifted to the towering statue of God Daragor. “You chose me for Cassian,” I spoke inwardly, my heart steady despite the ache. “And I have no doubts about Your choice, my God. Cassian is the best man a woman could ever have.”

Dante hissed, “Adapt how?” Aiden’s eyes shuttered. “Integration. That’s what it wants. That’s what the Pulse wanted.” The being extended a hand—silver, luminous, trembling with power. “You stand at the threshold. Choose unity…or collapse.” The ground shook. The ocean boiled. Storms spiraled above. Dante grabbed Aiden’s shoulders. “If you choose unity, what happens to you?” Aiden whispered, “I don’t know.” “And to us?” Aiden didn’t answer.