Is Your All On The Altar Novels & Stories

Zed whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Of course they are,” Erebus said, his confidence returning. “We’re incredible.” I laughed, the sound light and free as we reached the altar. The officiant, a kind-faced elder named Marlena, smiled warmly at us. “You’ve come here today to celebrate a bond unlike any other,” she began, her voice strong and clear. “This is a union of love, trust, and understanding—a bond that defies convention and reminds us of what truly matters.” As Marlena spoke, I let my gaze wander over the crowd. Alaric and Jeremy stood near the front, their hands clasped together, their smiles bright and genuine. Jeremy caught my eye and gave me an encouraging nod, while Alaric’

I nodded my head as he placed the scepter in my hands. Lyle cleared his throat. “This is where I leave you, Is. You must take the final steps alone. You will take the knife at the altar and spill your blood into the water as soon as the moon is fully visible in it.” I turned and looked at a small set of stairs that led up to a clearing. In the heart of this open space stood a majestic stone altar, its surface worn smooth by the passage of time and adorned with intricate carvings that whispered tales of ancient rituals. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of moss and earth, and the dappled moonlight filtered through the clouds above, casting a mosaic of light and shadow upon the altar

“Please. Continue.” Caelan froze. His face had gone white but he stood his ground. “Alpha Alexander you should be resting.” “Should I?” Alpha Alexander took slow steps down the aisle, every eyes following him. “Or should I be here, watching my most trusted advisor try to bury me before I'm even dead?" The elder at the altar stammered, "Alpha, we didn't expect...” “No,” Alpha Alexander cut him off, his eyes never leaving Caelan. “I’m sure you didn’t.”

“I’m young, but not inexperienced.” Calyx smirks as I blush again at his words. Damn it, he’s got me thinking about sex again. “You better watch your thoughts, mate. You know I can see and hear everyone, right. And while I’d love nothing more than to bend you over a stump and fuck you senseless, your mother needs us to return for the ceremony.” “What ceremony?” Maybe he means the spell? A thought filters from him along our bond. I’m standing at an altar wearing a snug dress of bright white silk.

Guests spilled into the palace courtyard. Arnold and Rhea stood at the altar, resplendent in ceremonial attire. The priest raised his hands. “If there is anyone who opposes this union,” he declared, “speak now, or forever hold your peace.” To everyone's shock, Miriam rose from her seat beside Amber. “That woman is a thief!” Isis hissed from across the aisle. “What does she have to say?” “Tradition demands all be allowed to speak,” the priest reminded sharply.

He added. “What do we need to do”? Margaret asked. “Just lie down on the altar, both of you”. The man responded. “Are you sure”? Isabella asked in fear. In response, the man turned to glare at her. “Do I look like someone that isn't sure to you”? He asked. “I'm sorry sir”. Isabella said in remorse with her bowed low in fright. “I do not care, just get on it,” he ordered. “Yes sir”. Margaret and Isabella both replied with Margaret climbing the altar first and her daughter coming on after her.

“I’m ready, Elara. Let’s start.” Elara nodded and without a word, she moved to stand at the other end of the altar, facing us. Looking at the altar, it was a large sculpted block of rock with words I couldn't read inscribed on it. It reminded me of the one back at the Pack’s sanctuary. “Take off your clothes,” Elara instructed. Devyn’s growls suddenly rumbled audibly. When I glanced, he was scowling at Elara, though she remained calm and unshaken.

The altar screamed. The children screamed with it. Every chain tightened. Niall dropped to his knees, clutching the ring as red light raced up his arm and into the altar’s carved roots. Bardolph’s heart is refused. The words came through the children together, old and furious, shaking dust from the Alpha Hall ceiling. For one wild second, hope opened inside the chamber because the altar had admitted Daciana’s refusal mattered. Then the red hollow closed beneath my knees. I almost collapsed from relief.

That symbol, so strong and special to me, scattered everywhere, made me feel my father's presence and his blessing at this moment. The altar was nothing more than a white table on the stage, with an arch full of cherry blossoms behind it. I had no idea how Adele had managed to get these flowers so perfect and realistic; it was almost impossible to tell they were all artificial, and there were so many throughout the hall. We approached the altar, and Rafael took two steps to meet us. He and Rubens hugged. "You both deserve this happiness and this love, but she deserves more, Rafael, and if she complains about you, I'll always be on her side," Rubens warned, making Rafael laugh.

From all those years of watching him from across my seat in class, I could tell when something was wrong. Nathan squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile. In a couple of months, we’d be the ones exchanging vows. My heart softened at the thought but my attention was dragged back to the altar where Zac’s Adam's apple bobbed. The pastor turned to Zac, his voice solemn now. “Zac, do you take Olivia to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”