Ear Ringing Spirituality Novels & Stories

This type of ritual involves piercings and other stuff. Why were we just there waiting? One of the Elders, a woman with a face like a curled leaf, dipped her fingers in a small bowl of oil and anointed Ariel's forehead. "Ariel, son of Cassian, son of the Moon," she chanted, "may you be blessed with wisdom, strength, and the guidance of the ancestors." The other Elders nodded, their voices rising in a haunting melody. They sang of the moon, of the forest, and of the ancient power that flowed through our veins.

Nerves were dragging me down and yet the priest was waiting for my answer. Aleksander reassuringly squeezed my shaking fingers. "I do", I lastly said. "Aleksander and Rhea will exchange rings. The wedding ring is a symbol of binding. A symbol of attachment and of belonging not of possession, but of partnership", It was crazy to think that I was Aleksander's possession once upon a time. At least that's all I thought I was to him not his sex toy. "Aleksander please repeat after me", The priest's voice disrupted the train of my thoughts.

They were vengeful creatures, often fighting over which blood bag they wanted to feed off of. The tinkling of bells rang through the air, causing a disruption to my thoughts. They were panic rings, ringing fast, hard until it stopped altogether. The evening sky was falling fast; soon, I would have to find a place to stay. The ringing continued until I fought myself the urge to ignore it. A raindrop dripped on my nose.

Something seemed to snap in the priestess's mind and she froze after taking the ring, as a frightening image seemed to appear before her eyes. Both her hands flinched, dropping the ring as Frank chuckled. "That's one of the sources of my power—the spiritron vein!" "Spiritron vein?" The priestess frowned, as it was the first time she had heard the term. "What does it do?" Frank put the ring back on and waved, levitating the priestess toward himself. "Incomprehensible things like this! And you're right—it's quite evil!"

The one behind the black ring read: “This is the Storage Ring. Although small, it contains the universe within! It can conceal many techniques, materials, elixirs, and more. To use it, just think and the items can be retrieved. “The Storage Ring has erased its original spiritual imprint and will recognize its new owner through touch. Remember! The Storage Ring cannot contain living beings.” Andrius was fascinated. A small ring could contain so many objects. It was truly miraculous. He excitedly touched the ring with his finger. Whirr! A mysterious sensation came over him. Andrius felt as though something was connecting with him. It was the Storage Ring! A spiritual sense rushed into Andrius’

Yaz chuckled "Ouch" The high elder opened the rings and blessed them "May these rings bind you together in marriage. May they serve as a union of strength and unity that will weather any storm. May you both find peace in each other when the troubles of the words seem to be too much for any of you to bear."

The vestside draw a blue wall, joining the two others. "Greated guardians of the watchtower of the nord. Ruler of the nurturing mulch and the mighty mudslides. With Your wisdom and vitality, I welcome you to this circle". I continue and hold out a little bowl of earth. "With the power of the earth I consecrate this tool. I dust away everything negative and unclean and fill you with positive energy". The ring around my circle are closed when the earth raises a green wall, the walls merging into one and a soft quivering sound comes from the wall. It sounds like electricity and it sends a feeling of peace and safety into me. Much like the feeling from the dream.

"Father in heaven, your children has come before you, Lord we asked that you seal the marriage with peace, joy and fertility, in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, Amen." "Please take up the ring." He said to Rowan. "I (placing the wedding ring on my ring finger): Aubrey Cox, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Oh Jesus. The ring. It was very small and it couldn't fit in well into my fingers. But Rowan keeps pushing the tool to the base of the finger. He lifted up his face and smirked. That was a plan, a plan of getting back at me.

I winced and pulled away. "What?" I looked back at his frustrated face and pulled the blankets up to cover my nakedness. If he was going to throw his life away for me and Nick, he had a right to know. It was time I took a leap of faith. "Do you know what this is?" His eyes flashed to the band on my finger then back to my face. "It's a warding ring." "Do you know what they're used for?" "Keeping spirits away. Shades too, it's thought. Those one's in particular," he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by."

Raven nodded, though her heartbeat was too fast to steady herself. The circle closed. Elders began to chant in the old tongue, their voices weaving with the crackle of fire and the rush of wind until the air itself seemed to thrum. Symbols carved into the earth beneath Raven’s feet lit up, forming concentric rings that pulsed with silvery light. The ritual had begun. She gasped as her chest burned but the energy caught her body like invisible hands yanking her soul forward, dragging her into the truth of what she carried.