From Ritual To Romance Novels & Stories

"I can't let you do this alone. I will perform the ritual with you." "What? No, Sil. I made the choice, I will do it alone. The pain..." She kissed him in a bid to shush him. "We'll do it together." He drew her closer and kissed her like it was the last time he would see her. *** Two weeks had gone by and it was time for the ritual as agreed by both lovers. Aelfric had stayed up all night and day reading and memorising all and even more of all he needed to know for the ritual. He thought of Sil and how she accepted to do it with him. Her presence and approval was all he needed to be more confident. With that in mind, he set off to the venue where the ritual was to be performed. He went ahead

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

"Are you sure you wanna pursue our wedding? I can still consider Gonzalo's offer, in case---" "We cannot cancel it anymore, Kira. We've already done the first ritual. There's no turning back." He rolled his eyes, suddenly looking annoyed. I puffed a breath, wishing I could read his thoughts. "How many rituals are we gonna do before the wedding?" I sounded irritated. "Four. The rituals consist of four elements, dedicated to our Gods. We've done the water part whereas our souls have been bound. Next will be the fire element, the binding of our hearts."

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

Very weak, but determined, she pursued her singular purpose: breaking the spell that held Thane captive. Throughout the day, River's resolve remained unwavering. As sunset approached, she prepared for the ritual's final stage. Sacred symbols etched onto the floor seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Ritual water was placed in the middle, prayers and dispelling spells were continually said into it. Candles flickered, casting shadows that danced in rhythm with the fragrant smoke wafting through the air. In Thane’s room, River's hands trembled slightly as she held the ritual water, its precious contents glowing with an otherworldly light. Thane's resistant gaze met hers, his body tense

The connection between us was much stronger than a simple physical act; it transcended words. Romain then changed the rhythm, slowly increasing the pace of his body, a pulse beginning to align with that of my heart. The room seemed to vibrate around us, resonating with our shared sighs, our bodies mingling, and the sound of the passion enveloping us. Each movement became a new promise, a renewal of our silent vows.

Zane’s POV: As we finished breakfast, I reached for her hand, gently running my thumb over her wrist. “In two days,” I said quietly, looking deep into her eyes, “it will be the full moon.” Autumn tilted her head. “So?” “We need to perform the Soul Bound Ritual,” I explained. “It's a sacred rite… one only true mates or bonded rulers perform.” She blinked, unsure. “What do we have to do?” I stood and pulled her closer, my hands resting on her waist.

"The ritual must occur during or immediately after the first full mating between bonded pairs." The implications hang in the air between us. We've shared two kisses—intense, connection-deepening kisses, yes, but we're nowhere near ready for the level of intimacy the ritual requires. We've known each other for mere days, most of which were spent in crisis. Despite the mate bond, despite the undeniable attraction between us, the thought of rushing into full mating to satisfy magical requirements feels wrong.

I chuckled, brushing my lips against her neck. “Sure,” I murmured in response, my voice low, heat dripping from every word. “You won’t stop… I promise. You’ll scream my name again and again.” The door swung open behind us as we crossed the threshold, the city’s shadows pressing in, a silent witness to our chaos. I threw her onto the bed like she weighed nothing, her movements were precise, deliberate, and eager. Hunger mirrored hunger, the dark pulse of us connecting. She undressed with a fierce urgency, crawling toward me as I unleashed the length that had grown with the ritual’s completion.

"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.