Hooded Man Ritual の小説・ストーリー

When he wanted to start an argument because of it, I gave him a look and he sighed, dropping the matter. We exited my office together and walked into the secret room which was where the ritual would be conducted. Everyone was already dressed in their cloaks of pure black. The whole place was as black as night, save for the pairs of colored eyes which blinked occasionally in the darkness. The place smelled of dried blooded and there was a faint smell of carcass, but that was about it. Everyone was quiet now, simply waiting for Devin and I to put on our cloaks and join them. As soon as we were done, we went to join them in the circle. The middle of the circle illuminated with a white, very bri

Reyana called out to her sister with shock in her voice, but Odessa busied herself with what she had been tasked to do, just like on the day of Randall's mating ceremony. Hooded figures, their faces obscured by shadowy cowls, began chanting in an unfamiliar tongue. Incense filled the air, its acrid scent stinging her nostrils. In the center of the chamber, a raised platform stood. A chalice, filled with an unsettling crimson liquid, sat upon it.

He leaned back against the bonnet of his car, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. “Of course, I want to know, Erick. Stop prolonging the suspense.” I leaned against the bonnet next to him. “Okay, like I said, this wedding won’t be like any church wedding you’ve ever seen,” he explained. “First, we’ll enter the Constantium escorted by our respective groups. Then, a branch of Tangenina will be tied around our arms. The thorns would pierce our skin and the anti-clotting agent in the plant will keep the blood flowing. Don’t worry.It won’t hurt for either of us. Then our blood will be collected in a colander and offered as a sacrifice to our Gods, Hades, the God of all dark creatures, and Ny

At the same time, it would trigger the release of viable sperm. Once that happened, I would immediately administer medication to the woman to ensure conception. The Revival Worm was my family’s secret technique, created specifically for the dead. I had already succeeded twenty-six times in a row. Even when acting as a substitute bride, without personally going through with the final step myself, I could still guarantee success using only the Revival Worm and the collection tube. So why had the worms fled the moment they approached Blake? Unless, he wasn’t actually dead. I immediately pressed my hand against Blake’s chest again.

"Oh, the gods of Life, Oh, the gods of the East, Oh, the gods of the West, Oh, the gods of the North, Oh, the gods of the South, Oh, the harbinger of death Oh, you deads of the world, I call your spirits today, Not for sickness or illness But, to be the servants to my command." The younger watched the older man as he continued to perform the ritual before sprinkling his blood on the four angles of the cemetery. The time seemed frozen as the tomb started to shake with some whiny voice. The temperature dropped low, making the man shiver.

Ansel rubbed his face and exhaled deeply before looking at her. "Honey, I want you to know something about me. All this time... I... I've been David Foster's right-hand man. I had to... find a pregnant woman every three months for a ritual offering," Ansel replied in a soft voice, but it was clear because the villa was so quiet and empty. "Ritual? What ritual?" "A ritual to gain wealth, fame, position, anything. On the night of the full moon, we have to sacrifice a pregnant woman to be gang-raped, after which the fetus in her womb will be taken to be eaten and its blood drunk," Ansel explained bluntly.

Taking my last punch, I stopped; breathing heavily before going to take my water bottle of water which was beside me. Having done this, I went to take my seat by his side. “What did they find out?” he had told Patricia and Chelsea to find out what the ritual meant and who was sacrificing rogues and wolves. I knew it was what was in the papers. “Nothing except they aren't done yet. Patricia was able to find out that the two spots where the death of the rogues and wolves happened intended to form a shape. A circle.” He raised his eyes and looked at me. “The ritual is a sacred one, one can't interfere with it unless whoever started it dies or gets killed. Now the name of the person is Varnadon,

I say to the man, who raises his head and lets the fading daylight wash over his face, which is shadowed by his hood. Artyom’s unearthly bright blue-silver eyes meet mine, startling against his deep brown skin, before his gaze meets Ella’s. “The act of the Rite is considered sacred, and those that perform the ritual are said to be blessed by the Goddess. It’s an honor on her pack to have been chosen, and rare, given that the honor is normally reserved for a female of witch blood.”

I knew, deep down, that I was the point of this dark ritual. cntinued. "And now, my brethren," he declared, "we have the vessel, the key to renewing our ancestral powers. This young woman, Scarlett, carries within her the bloodline that connects us to our past, and it is through her sacrifice that we shall ensure our future dominance." The hooded assembly went wild in a thunderous cheer, their voices a cacophony of devotion and anticipation. My breaths came in short, frantic bursts as I realized the horrifying truth of my role in this ritual.

“Mine dropped off when the squealing started. Good grief, do you think they are afraid of the creature that is making the squealing sound? If so, that must be one freaky creature. Whatever it is, judging from its squealing, I think it’s coming closer to us in the passageway.” A flaming torch appeared at the end of the passage. The tall bearer of the torch led a procession, pulling a heavy wooden sled that made the horrid squealing against the concrete. The torch kept flickering off and on as the procession grew and members of the procession were wearing ancient Egyptian clothing, they moaned as if in a funeral cortege. They stopped several units away from the Asplundhs’ to perform a ritual,