Novel & Cerita Shantel Tessier Books In Order The Ritual

A thousand stories asleep. And not a soul in sight. I exhaled, tension bleeding out of my shoulders. Finally. I wandered slowly at first, trailing my fingers across a shelf labeled Obscure Rituals: Northern Packs. The spines were cracked and peeling. A few had symbols burned into the leather — one shimmered faintly when my fingers hovered. The deeper I went, the darker it got. No artificial lights here, no buzzing crystal or overhead mage-orbs. Just slatted sunlight and dust beams. I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and—

Some freshly etched, others ancient and crumbling. And in the center— A cradle. Made entirely of mirror shards. Cara gasped. Tristan swore. Yvette stepped forward, the ground cracking under her boots. She peered into the cradle. A reflection stared back. Not her own. Elias. But younger. Smiling. Waiting. The cradle pulsed. Then the ground beneath them shook. And the house… began to wake. --- The silence inside the ritual chamber wasn’t empty. It breathed. It pulsed with an old, dreadful rhythm. When Yvette moved, the air itself shifted—heavy, humid, as if they had descended not just into the mansion’s foundation, but beneath time itself.

I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

Kaelen stiffened behind me. “Selene, this isn’t something you can take back. Once the ritual starts, everything changes.” I met his gaze. “Everything already has.” The healer nodded once, satisfied. “Then let the moon decide your fate.” I stood in the center of a shallow pool. The water was cool, rising to my thighs. There was a symbol above, a silver eye watching me closely. Kaelen stood at the edge of the room, his arms crossed tightly. The healer began chanting, her voice in different tones that I couldn’t understand. She began painting symbols across my chest and collarbone with ash and blood, but I didn’t flinch.

I nodded. We left the mansion together and headed to a wide place. I also saw Grandma and Shantelle's parents looking at me. They're with a lot of people. Shantelle's Grandma came to me and held my hand. "Young Lady, are you ready?" She asked me. I nodded even though I felt a little nervous. "Then let's begin," she pulled me into the middle of the wide space and made me sit in the middle of a large circle painted on the pavement. "Just stay there, don't move. Just close your eyes and feel your surroundings," I nodded to her. "Now, the ritual begins!" She caused the people here to shout. I just closed my eyes.

Her legs are rigit and the sound of bone cracking followed her movements, step by step forward while dragging her poor Alex body with the still emty eyes of hers, she than left it beside him, her eyes goes bright red from the moonlight that reflect the blood red fines from her white socket, plus some of the vines in her hands is bulging and twishting like the tale of lizard after killing it, it’s a frighting and horrible scene filled with anease. Flash back after Flash back are kept played in her haidnon stop in an endless loop from the sudden enterance of her stepson than seeing her everything naked and to intense sex afterward to the crazy behavior of the two that fellowed next from bitin

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)

I couldn't shake the feeling that she had somehow touched my mind, leaving behind a faint imprint of her presence. The familiarity of the sensation sparked a connection in my mind, and I realized that I had indeed experienced this strange, fuzzy feeling before. It was a sensation that seemed to be linked to the specific encounters with the Necromancers. Blaze, with his mysterious and ancient powers, and Haven, with her mastery of the arcane, both seemed to be connected to this sensation. And now, the Cryomancer's telepathic touch had awakened this feeling once more, leaving me to wonder if there was a deeper connection between these experiences. “I am Raphael, High Priest.” I introduced myse

“It's no fun when you’re stressed, Raven.” “And you talk too much when you’re useless,” I shot back, but there was no anger in my voice — just exhaustion. My eyes burned from hours of reading. Kai finally closed his book and rubbed his temple. “We’ve gone through half the shelves. Nothing useful yet.” “There has to be something,” I said quietly. “Something that explains how the Devil’s Ritual started.” The silence stretched. Then I turned another brittle page—and froze. My heart kicked hard in my chest. “Kai. Theo. I think I have found it.”

Alice stumbled through the gym’s side exit, the rally’s roar—blaring music, screaming crowds—fading to a dull hum as the courtyard’s cold night air slapped her face. The school’s open quad stretched before her, cracked concrete benches under flickering streetlamps, skeletal trees rustling in the wind, the distant thump of the pep rally echoing like a heartbeat. Her hands still glowed faintly from the gym’s ritual circle, her wrist scar burning, the crumpled notes (Break or burn, weapon) heavy in her pocket alongside the bedroom pendant. The vision of Samuel’s ritual—lights pulsing, packs clashing, blood pooling—clawed at her mind, alongside Liam’s plea, Kane’s fierce grip, Mira’s whispered t