Lesbian Sorority Initiation Novels & Stories

explains Lucus as he moves to show me where on my wrists they would mark me. Feeling my body shake, I try to control the rage that was building deep within me, my mind still trying to wrap itself around the fact that these men wanted to brand me while at the same time call me their Queen. What nerve. Now knowing I had to ask, I moved to ask the million dollar question, “When’s the initiation?” “Originally, it was going to be next week, but then we decided, why wait. So we have it scheduled for tomorrow night.” smirks Lucus, the urge to reach out and smack it right off his face growing.

“Have you guys given any thought to joining the Pack? Tristan says future initiations will not be sexual, only for the secret society.” “In other words, you'd be making a blood oath,” says Abby. “It doesn't hurt as much as it looks,” I say. “Guys, it's cool,” Sophie says. “We talked about it and it took us all of thirty seconds to go with yes.” “We'd love to be a part of your Pack,” Rachel says. “I'm so excited!” I jump up and down on my toes. “I've never had a friend group this tight before.” “I think it's our shared Omega instincts,” Rachel says. Abby is a rare she-wolf who presents as an Omega. Her three alpha roommates keep trying to claim her, and she keeps dodging them, finally moving

Our conversation halted as the maids walked into the room and laid down several dishes for our lunch before serving us. Just as I'd taken a bite of my ham sandwich, Chris asked, "So, Ivy, what do you think about a Luna ceremony in two weeks?" I chewed my bite before asking, "What does that mean?" "It's an initiation ceremony where you'll be formally announced as the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack to all the pack members." "Oh, um, isn't that a little too soon?" I asked. I'd only recently realised I was supposed to be a Luna and now this. It felt as if too much was happening too soon.

"My apologies. Reality is, our sorority isn't one of the crazier ones." "Tell me about it." "Well, academics are really important, everyone has to maintain a two point eight to be active, and most of the girls have well above a three. No guys overnight. It's pretty diverse too, not lily white like some of them." "Any lesbians?" "You mean other than me?" That got a look from Taylor while I thought about it for a moment. There weren't any that I was aware of. I'd be hopelessly naïve to think we'd never had one, or at least someone who came out later, but would we accept a pledge from an out and proud lesbian? I think the answer might be no. I poked at my salad. "No, I don't think so. Were you

“And you'd have him," Nele said, her voice carrying the finality of a judge's passing sentence. “All of him. But that means having the rest of us, too.” She picked up her whiskey and took a slow sip. “It's an initiation, dear. Every woman who joins this family goes through it. Your place at the table isn't given. It's earned.” Ida gulped. “And if I say no?” she asked, but her voice had no fight in it.

“It’s a slippery slope, Serenya. First it’s a giggle. Then it’s singing along to ‘Hakuna Matata’. Then before you know it, you’re standing on a table screaming ‘Be our guest!’ while throwing bread rolls at people.” Serenya let out a snort—an actual snort—and that was it. Tora doubled over, wheezing, while Cheyenne whooped like she’d just scored a touchdown. “Welcome to the Guardian Sisterhood,” Cheyenne said, slinging an arm around Serenya’s shoulders. “Initiation complete. Membership perks include eternal sarcasm, unsolicited advice, and the occasional accidental death match.” “I think I liked it better when you two ignored me,” Serenya muttered, but the laughter was still there, soft and n