Novel & Cerita Eyes Wide Shut Scene Ritual

I stood in the center wearing nothing but one of Ethan’s practice jerseys and my underwear. Goosebumps ran over my bare legs. The scar on my shoulder ached in the cold. The guys stood at the four corners shirtless and eyes glowing with their wolves. Ethan north, golden and steady eyes. Luca east, was quiet and watchful. Dante south, breathing hard, always ready to fight. Eli west, hands shaking but voice calm when he spoke the first words of the ritual. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy. This is it. No more running, no more half bonds. All or nothing.

“You have to calm down… It’s not… She doesn’t know much of anything, Uncle Ian. I know it’s frustrating.” The glint of fury in his eyes faded and he lifted his head. “She’s not thinking either.” “Well, no, but—” “More than that, she saw.” Raven gasped and looked at me. “Is that true?” “Saw what?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” “The ritual before he put you on the slab,” she said. “Did you see anything?” I frowned. “I…” Images flashed before my eyes, hot and quick. A figure and lights. I saw the stone slab. The rush of blood. The terror. My stomach heaved.

"And what I owe you." He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. The internal struggle was almost written on his face. "Prepare the ritual, Shaman," I said, not giving Scott a chance to object. The Old Shaman sighed and rose to prepare. "Alpha, the ritual will be very painful. Are you sure you want to be present?" Scott didn't answer, but his eyes told me—he wouldn't leave. An hour later, the ritual site was ready. The Shaman had drawn complex runes on the ground, surrounded by seven lit black candles. Joanna was brought in, her condition shocking—her skin was as pale as paper, her eyes completely black, with black bloodstains around her lips.

I was ready to keep my eyes shut during the entire ordeal until I began to hear noise and… music? The sounds filled the air, and my eyes flew open in an instant. Much to my misfortune, I was still in the monster world, and Lord Aubrey was still shirtless and on top of me. Nothing had changed. I swallowed. “Is this a part of your ritual?” I murmured, my heart still banging in my chest. “Now, listen to me very closely, because I cannot repeat myself under any circumstance.” I nodded, fear still coursing in my veins.

Panic clawed at my throat as I looked around the room, searching for any way out. But there was no escape. Aiden stood at the head of the altar, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “The time has come, Cana. The ritual begins now.” The rogues began to chant, their voices low and guttural, filling the air with a sinister energy that made my skin crawl. The symbols on the walls began to pulse with light, growing brighter with each passing second. I could feel the power in the room, thick and oppressive, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.

"And let me show you what you truly crave." Rhea leaned over the bowl. The liquid inside was dark, reflecting the distorted silver of her own eyes. As she drank, the world began to tilt. The forest disappeared, replaced by a sensory landscape of shifting colors and intense, overwhelming heat. The ritual was laced with an eroticism that bypassed Rhea’s mind and went straight to her nerves. She felt invisible hands tracing the curves of her body—hands that felt like Lucien’s cold grace and Ash’s raw power combined into something forbidden. The air felt thick, like she was submerged in warm wine.

There is no secrets he can keep away from her. “You called for me. Is everything okay in here? The lightening is bad, I cannot see much of you” She said, feeling a little bit of nervousness as she waited to hear his response. He flicked his fingers in the air and instantly, the candles started burning up with fire. Lights returned in the lair and Hemon’s face swarm into her view. There was something intense in the way he looked into her eyes. His stare peered into her soul and made her shivered out of fright. With the blood on his hands, she could tell he had just finished carrying out a sacrifice at the altar. The ritual offerings to calm the wailing spirits.

You either cry or you laugh, and I had already cried, so now I was on the laugh train and it wasn’t stopping. “Oh my Goddess, is this a ritual?!” I yelled, talking to you like you’re sitting right here beside me. “Because tell me why Darren looks like a demon with his cock out, and Tasha looks like she’s about to light candles and chant in Latin, and I’m the sacrifice bleeding on the floor. “Do you see it? Do you see how insane this looks? Because if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I stumbled into a low-budget horror porno.”

She smiled and then inclined her head in agreement. She then started uttering some words, I can't even spell it in my mind. But then, after hearing those. I think my mind went missing, and can't even find it. I felt like I am starting to fly, I can't even feel my feet. My vision began to blurry. As if I am out of my consciousness already. I closed my eyes to feel it more. This is because of her ritual. I didn't even noticed that Steel and Dominus already opened the door. I decided to open my eyes and looked at my feet. I thought I am just feeling it, but we are really floating in the air. Along with the body of these 12 persons, while Steel and Dominus, along with Hunter who is told to suppo

“For fucks sake, Lola-“ “We are here, Shawn. And maybe you can go a second without cursing till we are done with this ritual, alright?” I glanced around, taking in our surroundings. We were deep in the heart of the forest, surrounded by towering trees and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Anticipation for the ritual filled me and I took in a deep breath, feeling my self with a sense of accomplishment. “Great, now it’s safe to talk.” Lola turned to me and looked me deep in the eyes. “Here’s what you need to know about the rituals you need to do.” "Tell me, Lola," I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. "What do we need to do to complete the ritual?"