Santa Muerte Prayer Book Novels & Stories

Elena asked frantically. “She is not doing it on purpose. Her wife, Alana, and I have met here. She told me the story of how they were murdered. When her spirit left this realm to enter yours, Peter felt it.” “He’s still alive? Shouldn’t he be really old right now?” Elena asked. Maria looked at her with infinite patience. “The ritual he used during the murder granted him an almost immortal state of being. My fear is that he will come for you as a means of getting to her. You must be on guard. You must find my Book of Shadows,” Maria said.

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.

forgiveness is making peace with pain, so I chose peace instead of pain I turned and looked at the mother superior who was sitting in the front row. She smiled at me, I smiled back, thou sadly it meant one thing, that she’d won the bet after we’d bet that Isolde wasn’t going to show up. The young priest cleared her throat. “ Dearly beloved…” he started and went on with mass. “ Do you, Dante Moritto, take Lucy West, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked. “ I do,” Dante responded while holding my hand.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

Zen says calmly, pulling me from my thoughts “Let’s wrap things up then.” I nod, and even though we can just step out and say I’ve prayed, I don’t think that would be right. Not after we’ve trespassed into two deceased people’s home. I interlock my fingers, and put my hands near my mouth. I remember a prayer from the Memoir of Fernando, one he scribbled over many pages during his stay in the other world. ‘O creator of lives, have mercy on your tortured souls. Bring them peace and appraise their virtue, for they have now passed into a world unknown.’

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

Immediately, I continued the discussion I had with the High Priestess by saying, "Let’s talk about what you said before, High Priestess. What do you mean by 'I’m part of the prophecy'?" Claire, the High Priestess, looked at me as she asked me, "Have you read the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings?" The Book of All Beliefs to All Beings was our holy scripture. Not only for us werewolves, but other creatures as well. That book was a guide to each creature's belief. It was the only one that united us supernatural creatures. However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“The spell requires an offering for the dead to rise.” “Offering? When were you going to tell me that?” I found myself yelling at her. “Don’t worry. That already have been taken care of.” She cuts me way too quickly. “The son of the alpha, blood of the Redmoon, listen to our prayer, answer our questions.” She recites the same in other language I am unfamiliar with. the candle flickers and I didn’t lose my guard watching intently for any sign of danger. The candle flickers some more before it steadies. Diana pouted and gestured me to handed her the book. we really have to do this by the book.

Not that a lot of good things have happened recently but I just had to work with what I had. Magma began walking in circles, humming a tone and sprinkling something on the ground around the altar. “What is that?” “Salt mixed with sulphur. Demons like sulphur.” Why did that not surprise me? She went around the altar three times and when she finally stopped beside me, she sprinkled some on the bracelet. “You will feel a certain way at some point. Remember to stay calm and not to think about anything.” She held a book in her hands, reciting some words under her breath that didn't sound familiar to me. At first, nothing happened, just gentle breeze blowing around us.