Lesbian Sorority Initiation Novels & Stories

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“This has to be washed and sunned by the end of today.” “I’m not…” I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. “Since when do Omegas talk back? Hurry up, girl!” She chastised me. Suddenly, Aiden appeared. “Are you pushing your work onto my step-sister?” The woman turned pale. “Master Aiden… I thought… She was…” She bowed deeply and took the laundry basket back. “I apologize, Master Aiden, ma’am.” Aiden smiled at me and said warmly, “Don’t worry, I got you. Next time, just tell everyone that you are my sister. Don’t let them bully you for being an Omega! There’s nothing wrong with being one.”

In all, she was a wonderful she-wolf and I had not made the mistake of making her my Luna and mating her after her initiation. The Initiation rite was a lifelong norm of the Stone Shadow pack. Ever since this pack was built it has always been done, there was also one thing no one knew about the significance behind the initiation ceremony. It also showed the true intentions of the person being added into the pack, especially the royal family.

If they pass all, they are officially initiated through the initiation ceremony. “You are my mate, which automatically makes you the Luna of this pack. Usually, when a female is mated to someone in our pack, the initiation is skipped and they automatically become pack members. Since you were a rogue, you have to be initiated before you take the position of the Luna." he explains to me like I'm a child who doesn't understand English. “I don't want to be a member of your pack and I sure as hell don't want to become the Luna of your pack. Just reject me and let me go" I say pleadingly.

And to be forced into that life—stripped of choice and future—wasn’t just terrifying. It was wrong. “When are you coming back to campus?” I asked, needing something to hold on to—something familiar. “About that… I need to tell you something,” Lisa said, her tone dipping into that careful, guilty register that only ever means brace yourself. I stayed quiet and let her speak. Raven had already told me, but I wanted to hear it from her. “I know we said we’d never join a sorority,” she began, “but… I’ve been sworn into the Alpha Selene house.”

That’s why I revoked the contract, setting her free but not without money. She never struck me as someone interested in joining the mafia, even though she knew all the rudiments, until now. Why the sudden interest to join us? “Aha!” Antonio exclaims over the microphone as Alicia hands him the piece of paper she picked. Everyone in the room pays rapt attention, some muttering under their breaths about who will give Alicia her initiation dance tonight. There are two ways to initiate a person into the faction: through an exotic dance for women and through orgies for men, which are meant to test their loyalty and submission to the faction.

"Help her understand how things work here at Nocturne." The suggestion sent a ripple of interest through the group. Several girls exchanged glances that were equal parts excited and nervous. "Welcome her?" I pretended to consider this. "That's actually not a bad idea." "Right?" Jessica was warming up to the concept now. "I mean, we can't just let her walk around thinking she can disrespect Saraphina's memory without consequences." "What kind of welcome are we talking about?" Madison asked. Before Jessica could answer, Chloe leaned in closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. "The kind that teaches lessons. You know, like initiation. Hazing."

This morning, Jace and Ian drove Alli, Kyle, and me to a clothing store in preparation for the small ceremony tonight. I invited Mia but she said she needed to spend some time with Julian who was still hospitalized. I was relieved when he regained consciousness the next day. His werewolf gene quickened his healing process and if everything went well, they'd be joining us tonight. The initiation ceremony lasted for about an hour at the pack house. All Pack house residents were mandated to attend on behalf of the pack. The ritual started with Allison who pledged her alliance to the Pack and Alpha. The Pack shaman gave her and Jace a dagger which they sliced their hand on, and they held their b

It was that realization that caused me to gently decline the offer to participate in the hellish fortnight of initiation into the sorority, much to the surprise of Allie, who was ecstatic at the opportunity. " Rose, are you sure about this? Joining a good sorority is a lifetime benefit," Allie asked on Thursday, after the day's classes were over, while we were packing her bags for her to move into the Sigma Sigma Kapa house. " Allie, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not in the mood to give up my dorm place and humiliate myself to dozens of girls who consider themselves superior. I'm fine here," I denied, causing Liam to laugh.

The Blood Moon pack hardens people; it makes monsters out of people, and I hope this initiation was not the beginning of that. The initation took place in a clearing, a little into the woods, A place also used during outdoor training sections . It was a full moon, so it made sense for the initation to be done on this day. I sat in my wheelchair, with Nate standing beside me in the very front row. Behind us were about three hundred people, all pack members. Lena was the Luna, and so they were all expected to be here. Their eyes were on Lena, but I didn't miss the few stares I got—some of disgust and irritation, and a few—very few—pity.