Hooded Man Ritual Novels & Stories

" Invocando al espíritu del orbe!" I heard Old Man Silvarum call out with a shrill voice. It was unlike his usual voice and when I looked at him again, his eyes were glowing like a newly found meteor. I watched him prepare to perform the forbidden ritual. Old man Silvarum raised his hands to the darkness above, and my body began to shake and the tent seemed to be shrouded in darkness. Shadows deepened as the wind danced with forces that seemed to shroud the tent.

“The witches tracking Barbara's whereabouts tell us we still have at least until midnight before the ritual is completely over. With the help of the witches I sent earlier, we still have at least an hour or so to break the ritual.” Rokan Allegro stepped up and took the main seat in the room. Everyone who was standing also sat back in their available seats. “What ritual was Hugo actually doing?” Elder Brahma asked dryly. He had a bad idea about this. Rokan Allegro crossed his arms on the table in front of him. His head looked up slightly with a sigh. “Seven Breath Ritual.” The entire room was startled, including Elder Brahma himself. His guess wasn't wrong at all, but it just made its look ev

At the end of the passageway, stood an elegant black door wide enough to peep and so once again, I let curiosity do its thing. What I saw on the other side took my breath away. Masks. Dozens of them. Men and women dressed in silks and fitted shadows, all witness to a scene that was part of some ancient, obscene ritual. A blindfolded woman waz on her knees in the center, naked and still, as a man in a red wolf mask danced around her, tracing silk down her bare shoulder. The air was thick with something wild. Smelt like sex and danger and I felt the urge to run, but I didn't.

We passed through another street which was having a sort of carnival. Deluna and I passed through as I looked around, seeing humans disguised as vampires dancing really hard. I didn't know what occasion was being celebrated. "What is going on here, Deluna," I asked, as I increased my pace, following Deluna behind. "It's the Sealed Ritual for humans. Humans try to imitate vampires and sometimes mock them, you know, don't give that look, Naomi, it's always fun" she said, as she walked majestically passing through them.

The man in a black robe clenched his fists and looked forward to it expectantly. They had tried this many times before. This was the last attempt. Once this sacrificial ritual succeeded, they could summon the existence they desired most!

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.

Three other cloaked members of The Spirits appeared from above, slowly descending down behind Aurora. "Because of you, we need to beg the god of time to stop the ticking of the clock, so La Muerte will not pass without having you wrapped up in our hands-" "Can you shut your bloody mouth, you talk way too much," Aurora snapped at the cloaked man beside her. She slowly turned to Elinor once again, who was now moving closer and closer to her. "To put it short, we cannot let this night pass without performing our ritual to make you cease this world," Aurora said.

"Ah, but it is. She thought with your new bride gone you would be free to wed her. She was a strange one, though she was my daughter. There were times when even I wondered at the dark thing in her heart. But he brought her to us last night, and by the moon she confessed. We had no choice but to act with the honor we owed to all... parties. involved." And now the procession to the sea, with every man, woman, and child carrying white rowan crosses, carved and bound and brilliantly emblazoned with blue runes. "What manner of crosses are those, Rushka?" Hawk asked. In all his time with these people he'd never seen the like before. Rushka stiffened. "One of our rituals in this kind of death." "Ru

“We’ve been prepping him for his real job. And now it’s your turn, omega. You and your family, there’s stuff in your blood we need. Stuff your world’s forgotten. But trust me, we’re gonna remind everyone.” The chanting in the room amped up, the robed weirdos moving in sync along these chalky lines in the dirt, their feet tracing old patterns. It was like a rave, but with more existential dread and a lot fewer glowsticks. “Your brother’s little ritual? That was nothing. A dress rehearsal,”the Keeper droned on. “Now we do it right, with the right sacrifices.”

His body was smaller than the average body of a Lion beastman, but I was sure that he would grow more in time. Older Brother Orson, who was also one of the best-looking males in the tribe, will also participate, despite having no interest in any female who shall participate in the ritual. He has chocolate-brown hair and light gray eyes. Though he never approached me because of the hostility of his father towards me, he still made sure to greet me with a smile every time we met. A male has the freedom to choose a female participant at the start of the ritual, and then they will be presented hand in hand in front of the altar of the beastman goddess at a scheduled time designated by the elders