Great Cleansing Novels & Stories

I said with a frown creasing my forehead and she rolled her eyes, obviously getting tired of all my tantrums. "We'd not necessarily have to see you naked, you can both wolf out in private and present your wolf before everyone, it's a medium of solidarity and unity as a pack. On the third day, which is the special day of all, is the cleansing." "Cleansing? What am I being cleansed of, evil spirits?" "Luna!" Angel said, raising her voice slightly as my face bore a confused expression. Seriously I didn't know what I did wrong, I was just being naturally curious, I didn't want to get into something I didn't know about.

At me. Vale's voice rang out triumphant and terrible. "Ladies and gentlemen watching around the world, what you're about to witness is the elimination of a supernatural threat cell. All of them, together. This is how we protect humanity." She raised her blade again. "Let the cleansing begin."

The bath water that was previously comforting me had turned to something unbearable after seeping out my anger in it. “Today is the royal cleansing day. The priestess will be coming over any moment and once she steps in, no one will be able to enter the hall for the cleansing. If she goes back in anger then it is another disaster and you cannot even stay in the palace without passing through the cleansing” Lacey finally explained.

“It’s a ceremony to bring back the moon. It’s been done since the witches walked with the gods, apparently. They light bonfires and dance, say their prayers to the Goddess, and then…” “They fuck, don’t they,” Thorne asks in a low tone. Granger smacks him soundly on the back of the head. I can’t help but chuckle at his expense. “He’s not wrong,” I tell Granger. Granger looks momentarily disgusted, but I go on, “It’s not a… group thing, not like you’re thinking. The Cleansing is an ancient ritual about ushering in a new era of magic. It’s about plentifulness, power, and fertility.”

"Call it a grandmother's instinct." The moment my grandmother realized what was happening inside me, the lady made a special drink just for me called "Cleanse", I asked her why and she replied. "The purpose of this drink is to reboot your system. Reboot, they say. It cleans out your toxic blood, replacing it with fresh new blood. We are rejuvenating you."

His eyes burrowed into mine but I couldn't bring myself to hold his gaze so I looked away, dusted my pants, and stood up straight. “She mentioned I’m drawing the Melbringers in,” I told them. “Like moths to flame whatever that means.” Khalid exhaled with a pinch at his forehead. “So it’s happening again.” “What's happening again?” I raised the question. Abigail stepped into my sight. “The cleansing.” “The what?” I scoffed at the sheer ridiculousness of the term. Ethan stood motionless and quiet behind me but I continued pretending to be oblivious about his obvious annoyance.

As time went on, the people began returning to their senses. They shivered as they looked around them blindly, getting a terrible fright at the gory sight around them. The expressions of the people who had already begun to evolve creased with agony. They collapsed to the ground as they cried out, jerking around wildly until all the life drained out of them and they were reduced to a pile of rotting, putrid flesh. Wilbur let out a long breath. His face was pale as a sheet as if he had just run a marathon. The Soul Cleanse was a spell only meant to be cast on a single person, but Wilbur had used his powers of belief to expand it to a group spell. This had also drained all the power of faith he

This was our rite: the cleansing of sins, a purification to strip away the darkness before we delved into the weighty matters at hand. As I immersed my hands in the cool water, a shiver skated down my spine. The crimson stains of anger dissolved, replaced by the pristine white of peace, a fleeting moment of serenity before the storm. Elder Briar dried his hands on a white towel, the motion deliberate and solemn, and we all followed suit, surrendering our will to the gravity of the assembly.

“From the cleansing rituals.” “What the fuck is the cleansing ritual?” Zegulf asks, gently grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. Unable to find the words to explain it in my present state, I chose to remember it, showing him the images. The whips... the knives... the purging of the taint in my veins in the hope that it would one day break my curse. “Fucking hell...” Zegulf chokes out and shudders against me. “I witnessed one of these in your dreams. They did that to you for four years?”

Their spirits were invisible to the machine. Next was the cleansing station. They were directed into a large, tiled room with nozzles in the ceiling. A fine, cold mist sprayed down on them. It had a sharp, chemical smell that stripped away the last scent of the outside world, the smell of dust and wind and sun. It left their skin feeling numb and their clothes smelling sterile.