Shantel Tessier Books In Order The Ritual Novels & Stories

Pregnancy shouldn’t make me feel as weak as I felt. I was concerned about the courier raven reaching its destination. I wasn’t sure a message was ever sent to Desolation from Vampire Land. To insure the raven found its way and no prying eyes could read my message, I called upon my magic to seal it and magnetize it with Desolation’s vibration. Unleashing my magic within the walls of a castle where a powerful magician resided was risky, but I saw no other way to assure my message reached Gwendoline intact.

It seemed unlikely that a small pack like ours would survive until we were maybe granted another audience one day. “You look disheartened,” she said, her eyes observing me carefully. “Y-yes… Saintess,” I said, feeling devastated. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to make the deal today. You see, I’m not the Alpha of my pack.” But then her lip twitched into a small smile, her eyes gleaming with a knowing humour. “Well, then… how would you like to change your fate?" . [End of Book One] - Book Two "Nevermore" starts after the next 2x Bonus Chapters (they are optional reads but not required). It follows a different character in a new time period but it is still a sequel. I hope you enjoy figuring out

I felt a huge surge of power once it was around my neck, we moved on to Aspyn. When we got done with all four of us and we all had our amulets on the room started to glow from each of us a bolt of energy rose to the ceiling, and they are were intertwined with one another weaving all four of the colors of our amulets together bind them as one. I looked at the parchment paper that I had used for my spell earlier it was doing something marvelous, it bound with the magic bolt it created a mark a tattoo, its had each of our names and bloodline origins one the paper, what kind of familiar we had their names our wolves names and mine had my dragon name as well, I felt something sting on my back and

Elena moved deeper through the mansion slowly while thunder shook the windows overhead. The pull inside her mind grew stronger with every step. Left corridor. Another staircase. Then right again. She followed instinct blindly now. Like something ancient guided her through the storm-dark halls. And eventually— she reached the throne room. The massive doors stood slightly open. Whispers leaked softly from inside. Not human whispers. The necklace. Elena’s breathing faltered. Slowly she pushed the doors wider. Darkness greeted her immediately. Candles flickered weakly around the enormous chamber while shadows stretched long across black marble floors.

The book slipped from my hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. I didn’t pick it up. My eyes burned from reading, but I reached for another one anyway, dragging it off the shelf with shaking fingers. Dust scattered as I flipped it open, scanning lines too fast to fully process. “Severed bonds often result in—” I slammed it shut. “Useless,” I muttered, tossing it onto the growing pile at my feet. Another book followed. Then another. Titles blurred together—Fated Pairings, Ritual Disruptions, Wolf Instinct and Divine Order.

Very strange, considering we were walking out to plan a ritual to banish a soul-hopping entity from the body of my only friend. Savitri’s place was small, efficient, and smelled like ginger tea. It had one of those electric kettles that looked like it belonged in a chemistry set. She plugged it in with a practiced flick and pulled out a tray with incense, vials, and laminated cards printed in a language I didn’t recognize. “You’re going to walk me through the ritual?” I asked. “Eventually. First I have to figure out how much X already prepared. He usually gets at least halfway through a vetala banishment kit before we even get called.”

"Three weeks before the festival. Before the murder. Miss Selene asked me to bring her books from the restricted archives. Books about Duskbane sigils. House magic. The old lunar rites." My blood went cold. "She asked for forbidden texts?" "She didn't ask for them by name. She described them. The ones with the reversed spirals. The ones that were supposed to be burned when your family fell." Celia's hands twisted in her apron. "I didn't think... I mean, she's the Saintess. She studies holy things. I thought she was researching protection spells." "And?"

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

He was her rock, her safe haven, and he would do whatever it took to help her through this difficult time. The priestess, adorned in her ceremonial robes, entered the sacred space with a gentle grace. Her presence was calm and soothing, and she moved with a quiet confidence that commanded respect. She beckoned to Ava and Treyton, leading them to the altar where the rituals would take place. As they stood before the altar, the priestess began to chant and sway, her movements hypnotic and rhythmic. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. The rituals began, a blur of movement and sound that seemed to transport Ava and Treyton to a

I felt soft fingers slip into mine, intertwining with my own. Delicate against my roughness. Warm against the cold tension coiling in my veins. I squeezed lightly, reassuring her that everything would be fine. We had one hour— just one hour from the moment the sun hit its peak to see this through and complete the rituals. I'd be a fool to say I wasn't nervous. Because I was nervous. Fucking nervous. I exhaled slowly, steadying myself. We couldn't afford a single mistake. Note: Kalaril is a character from my next story, THE RISE OF AN OMEGA. This is another mind-blowing book you wouldn't want to miss.