Santa Muerte Prayer Book Novels & Stories

.5 GALLON OF THE COCKTAIL MIX IN HIS LUNGS , THEN THESE COWARDS CONTINIOUSLY CUT THE BACK OF HEELS TO WHERE HE WOULD COMPLETELY BLEED OUT INSTEAD OF HIS WOLF OR HIS BEAR HEALING HIM. THEY DISRESPECTED HIM EVEN MORE BY STAGGING A CAR ACCIDENT AS THE CAUSE OF DEATH AND THROWING HIM IN THE DUWAMISH RIVER IN RIGHT OUTSIDE OF SEATTLE WASHINGTON, HIS BODY WAS RECOVERED BY MEMBERS OF THE WHITE RIDGE PACK AND THE LOCAL DIVE AND MEDICAL AND FIRE PERSONAL. THE ALPHA DOMINQUEZ , HIS BETA MARLOW, THEIR PACK DOCTOR AND AS WELL AS BRYAN’S UNCLE AND THEIR MATES WERE EXTREMLY KIND AND HONORED TO RECOVER AND BRING MY LOVES BODY BACK HERE TO HIS FAMILY AND HIS PACK SO WE COULD GIVE HIM A PROPER BURIAL AND S

I bow before the Door that divides the World of the Living from the World of the Dead. “Ahhhhhhh”, I shouted when it burnt me. “STOP IT...STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING TO ME. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH’, I screamed loudly and down on my knees while I held my hurting head. ‘With humble gratitude, I ask that it be opened. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Aperi ianuam. Unholiest of Spirits, we offer thee a life for a life! O mighty Dark Lord. Vita est vita. By whom all is set afire, thy power be thy path, thy will my desire. Vita est vita. The Hounds invoked.’’

"But we have some issues here. I can't read the content. It says only a true alpha with divine power from the moon goddess can decipher it." Marinetta stood up, a determined glint in her eyes. "I’ll give it a try." She took the book from Maranda and, to everyone's amazement, began to read the ancient text. "The book lists the materials needed for a ritual and some spells," she explained, her voice steady.

Their edges sharp and unforgiving. The altar loomed ahead, draped in a moth-eaten shroud the color of dried blood. A silver rosary coiled atop it like a viper. Its metallic sheen catching the faint, sickly glow of the dream. Black beads glinted along its length, each one intricately carved with the butterfly’s twin-skull sigil, a silent, mocking testament to death. “You know how this ends, querida (darling),” Esteban’s voice echoed from the rafters. The rosary slithered toward me of its own accord. Its chain rattling like bones in a shallow grave. “Kneel.”

“Kellina do you know how to do this?” I nodded, “Yes, I believe so.” I extended my hand out and she cut into my hand it was strange how even though there was pain it was more curiosity. I did the same as Rogan allowing the blood to drip into the bowl. Sarah said some small chant then looked up at the moon goddess and down back into the bowl. She looked back up at us both grinning... Then turning to the crowd, “It is confirmed!” More cheers and Sarah stepped to the side. “It is my honor as your Red Priestesses to present to you all the future Alpha and Luna!”

★★★★★ SEDIMENTAL BUILDING* Antonio walked in with a frown on his face as he sat in between Alejandro and Alberto. "Why did you call us here!?" Alberto asked. "the missing documents!" Alejandro replied. "It in Lucifer's Possession" he added and their eyes widened. "What!!!" "How did it get to him!?" Antonio asked. "That what strange to me!" "Don't you think that spt might be playing some silly games here!" Alberto muttered and they faced him.

But what could the general be doing with dead bodies of my kinds, what were my kinds to him even if they were dead, was our corpse invaluable to the masters so much that they could supply us to them even if we were not living anymore. The days that we spent in the vessel and the nights in the coffin cabin were the other of my kinds were still fighting for survival ultimately they do not know their fate but from the look of things in my finding I knew then that we were never going to make it out alive because neither we were still breathing or not it never made any difference to them they were of course heavenly monsters and we prayed to them all along and not to the man up there in what we w

Her pale face was gaunt, almost skeletal, and her eyes glinted red in the moonlight. Freeing her hidden hands in her back earlier, she now raised an old leather book and began to chant in a strange, guttural language, "Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis. The stakes are high, the price is dear. Sanity, soul, all shall be laid bare, for this will be your life and death's fare. The lights dim, the shadows stir. Reveal, conceal, the difference is nil. Pesta Feliulsis, Pesta Feliulsis..."

My heart nearly stops. "What do you mean?" Damon asks, his expression turning serious. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "The first person to touch the coin will be the sacrifice. It's like ... an exchange. The spell requires a life in return." Silence falls over us, the weight of the revelation pressing down on us like a physical force. This can't be. How could whoever put the coin here expect such a thing out of us? And what if only one person was standing here? How would that work?

Sierra came here as a child to learn about her gifts too but as she was the last of her bloodline, it was left to sit quietly alone and wait for a new purpose. I take my book to one end of the roughened, stained, dark surface and lay it down carefully. A huge old somewhat unidentifiable book, bound expertly, and strangely ornate. I flick it open to reveal the pages inside which are yellowed and worn along the edges, some are splattered with drops and smudges that hints at a great many uses. Handwritten in black ink in a beautiful scroll, mostly English, but it varies. My Spanish sucks and this is a bilingual spell book pushing more to the other language than my own. “I can’t read this.” I po