Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

In front of him was an altar with two golden chalices, two blades, and a matching shallow bowl between them. I couldn’t see Aurelia from where I was standing, but every time the autumn breeze blew, her scent wafted me. ‘Are you nervous?’ I questioned. It wasn’t much of a question since I could feel it. ‘Only a little. But I’ll be okay. We’ve rehearsed this so many times I can’t mess up.’ she answered. Even in her mind, she sounded unsure. ‘I’ll be right there with you.’ I assured her as John called the pack to order.

Aliyah. The ceremony was about to start. Everyone seemed very happy. Except Lt. Aliyah. She did not know what she had trade for. She just hopes that at the end, everything was all worth it. She walked down the aisle that was prepared for her. Then, when she arrived at the middle, the annunaki leader accompanies her towards the Altar stone. The herd surrounded Lt. Aliya and the Annunaki leader. They made a chant then knelt down their knees afterwards. It seemed like they were doing a ritual.

“The choir will sound like angels.” “I want twelve trumpets,” Cassandra interrupted, her voice echoing too loudly in the sacred space. “Right at the entrance. Like royalty.” “Of course, Mrs. Cross,” the Bishop nodded, looking pained. They reached the altar. It was a massive structure of gold and marble, raised above the congregation. It was beautiful. It was intimidating. “Damian, stand there,” Cassandra ordered, pointing to the groom’s spot. Damian moved. He stepped up to the altar. He turned to face the empty pews. His face was a mask of boredom. He checked his watch—a subtle, quick movement that screamed of impatience.

As soon as I stepped in, all murmuring became silence and their eyes remained on me, following my every move. I climbed on the altar, dress swishing about my ankles. On the floors of the altar was a circle with four golden lines drawn to the diameter of the circle without touching one another. When I stepped into the circle, the lines lit up, all different colours of the district and the circle had a golden glow.

What was going on. I looked down at my Daisy and twirled it. When we got to the altar my dad gave me a kiss and walked up. As I climbed the few stairs I noticed all of the red dresses and Goddesses on my side. Did they really use all of the allies of Lucas. When I finally got to my spot the God of Bonds tried to take my flowers. I snatched them away fast. It looked like he wanted to argue but he was quick to change his mind because of my defiant look.

“If you marry me, everything I have will be yours.” “Are you serious?” I stared into his eyes, searching for any trace of mockery or deceit. However, there was none. He was dead serious; he genuinely wanted to give me everything he had. For a moment, my mind went blank. It took me a long while to pull myself together, ready to answer him, when suddenly a loud, familiar voice shattered everything. “Summer! How dare you sneak around with another man behind my back?” The whole restaurant fell silent. I could hear a pin drop as everyone turned to look at us.

The ceiling of the Dark Fang pack’s great hall shines with a thousand lights, illuminating the hall with warmth, the ambience ethereal, smelling and showing luxury with the perfect designs used in its decoration for the biggest event the pack has had in over a decade, the Alpha’s wedding. Flora, the Alpha’s bride stares at the a gigantic arch on the altar, decorated by her most favourite flowers and a trickle of tears run down her eyes, she smiles sadly, her heart clenching in pain as she turns her attention to the walls mounted full stretch by led TVs displaying beautiful pre-wedding pictures of her and Alpha Adrian.

I just needed someone to finally know what has been happening so I do not feel so completely alone in all this anymore. She pulled me into a tight warm hug right there on the porch holding me close for a long moment. "You are never alone in anything ever. Now we must work together to complete the wedding rehearsal for today. You should disregard Lyra from this moment onward no matter what she chooses to do.

The fabric perfectly matches the best man tuxedo clinging to my own frame. The soft sound of the violin quartet floats through the garden air, but my fingers remain tightly locked around my son's small hand. The lawn outside is immaculate. Rows of white wooden chairs sit on the grass, occupied by a tiny handful of people—just the immediate family and a few close friends who actually matter. Anthony stands at the altar under a canopy of white roses, his back straight, his eyes locked dead on the entrance of the stone pathway.

It makes me so overwhelmed with love for him, so crazy with desire, that I don’t think before I jump on him and lavish him with kisses. ~~~~ All eyes are on us, and it’s a lot of eyes—every member of the pack seems to be present. I try not to look at anyone in particular, my fingers curled tightly between Jaxon’s, my dress sweeping the ground as we walk to the altar at the front. To the left stand the elders, each holding something symbolic, their usual grim expressions in place. To the right are Jaxon’s mother and sister. I’m a little relieved Dana’s not with them, but I’m sure she’s somewhere in the crowd, scowling at me judgmentally.