Great Cleansing Novels & Stories

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.”

"The core of the Reset. You think you’re a thief. You think you stole these years from them." I couldn't speak. I just shook, the tears soaking into the fabric of my shorts. I lived through the fire. I lived through the rain. And every year, when I was about to reach the anniversary, my brain would panic. It would see me laughing with Clayton or enjoying a sunset and it would whisper: How dare you? And then, click. The lights would go out. The "Reset" was the only way I knew how to stay "innocent." If I didn't remember the life I’d built, I didn't have to feel guilty for enjoying it.

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?”

I felt dirty when I realized that I was dripping between my legs, but sat down to finish my business and then brushed my teeth. He left me to give some privacy and picked me up again when he saw me getting out. he was right. I couldn't even move without the pain between my legs and them uncontrollably shaking. He cleaned me up with the wet towel himself and then massaged a cream on my butts as I layed on my belly.

It’s a tearing at the very fabric of their world, their lives. “Ended it? How?” The urgency in my voice is palpable, my fingers gripping his arms, needing to understand, to know everything he’s been through. Nero exhales deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as if gathering strength to relay his ordeal. “Creed and I, with Nova and several other Alphas, we managed to perform the cleansing ritual. It was... intense. Dangerous. We lost some good wolves, but it was the only way to rid the packs of the curse.”

The screen started to beat at an even pace and her smile seemed to grow wider. I suddenly have a feeling that she was checking my vitals. Finally, she looked up at me. "Congratulations, miss Nathalia Trayce. You have been cleansed." Cleansed? They call this cleansing? The woman pressed a button on again and the glass on the pod opened. I stepped out feeling light and......free. It was suddenly easy to breath. No, breathing suddenly felt different. It was like I was breathing fresh air and it just makes me livelier for some reason.

Although, she was a strong woman, she was also very soft inside and all of this had gotten to her, which was why she had broken down. He rushed back to the room and to her side where he quickly grabbed the towel out of the water and squeezed it off until it was very moist enough, and then he started to use it to mop her face, and her neck and then her shoulder. He thought of getting rid of the jacket she had on top of her shirt so he started to unbutton it. He finished the last button and raised her gently to pull it off, then he started to unbutton her shirt as well, just the three top buttons. On the last one, Grace; still very much not fully conscious, she grabbed his hands and started to