Shantel Tessier Books In Order The Ritual Novels & Stories

The Verdant Hollow’s library is a labyrinth of living shelves, vines curling around ancient tomes and crystalline tablets that hum with stored knowledge. Moonlight filters through a domed ceiling of translucent stone, casting silver patterns across the floor. My crescent mark pulses in rhythm with the sanctuary’s heartbeat, grounding me as I sit at a rune-etched table, surrounded by texts Sylvara deemed essential for understanding the First Ones’ rituals. Cassia lounges nearby, her fiery aura a low glow as she flips through a scroll, muttering about “overcomplicated Veil nonsense.” Renn, the Tideborn courier, hovers at the table’s edge, sorting reports from the eastern rift with a nervous en

Asked an extremely muscular and yet beautiful Earth Sorceress. “Leave that to the Prince and me.” Tasha knew if she told them what she and Cal had discussed the previous night, Helia, Zephyr and Narelle, not to mention Talib and now Olander, would more than likely have something to say about it. So it was better kept to themselves until the absolute last moment. There were looks exchanged, but she pretended she hadn’t seen them and continued on, explaining the specific runes, stones, and herbs she had used during her own ritual.

Surprisingly tidy, the cottage looked as though its owners had just taken a quick break. A shabby armchair by the fireplace had a plain wool blanket folded neatly over its back. Selene placed the satchel on the table and pulled out a chair. She took out the Book of Dark Shadows with steady hands. Under her fingertips, the leather cover felt ancient and chilly. As she opened it, the old pages turned with a whisper and her chest constricted. Every word she read made her heart pound in her ears. She found the chapter on ancient pacts and rituals she was looking for by skimming the table of contents and tracing the titles with her finger.

"Caleb, please, listen to me. You have to do this. Not just for me. But for Scarlet. Listen to me. I have the key. You have to try this. It might work. It might just send us all back.” Caleb shook his head, again and again. "Mommy?" came the voice from across the bed. "I'm scared. I'm seeing things.” Caitlin jumped up onto the bed, between the two, and dragged Caleb over, next to Scarlet. She reached over and grabbed Scarlet’s hand with one hand, and grabbed Caleb's hand with the other. “I hereby lay thee down to rest,” Caitlin said aloud, initiating the funeral ritual herself. “Caitlin, Caleb, and Scarlet, to resurrect another day, in God’s ultimate grace.”

I hadn’t been allowed to touch myself since arriving, and the denial was becoming its own kind of ritual. When Cassian summoned me to the ritual chamber at midnight, I was already wet. The room looked different tonight. The altar had been pushed aside. In its place stood a wide, low platform covered in black velvet, surrounded by glowing runes etched into the floor. Chains with soft leather cuffs dangled from the ceiling above it. The air smelled heavier — richer with incense and the faint metallic tang of old magic. Cassian waited for me in only loose black pants, his tattooed chest bare and gleaming in the candlelight. His emerald eyes tracked my every step as I entered wearing nothing but

Several times, she emphasized that the ritual wouldn't work unless Cassian and I remained still and maintained our positions. "Your Highness, Prince Cassian, please look at where Miss Seraphine is. Mimic all her poses and movements," Tiffany requested. "And you, Miss Seraphine, please don't move at all. This ritual depends on your consistency." I listened quietly, slightly surprised that Tiffany, who appeared innocent and gentle, could speak so sternly. "Alright, I'm ready," I said after adjusting my lying position. "Please do not move at all," Tiffany requested once again.

Looking at the ceiling, she sighed incessantly. "Why did Casey do this to us? What kind of cult group was that? Are they real?" Bella ran her finger through her hair. Suddenly another thought knocked on her head and she sat down, "Black Book. Does that book contain any information about rituals or cults? I want to read the book. Yes, I should."

At the bottom, a stone basin stood surrounded by four archways—each marked with different symbols: fire, shadow, blood, and mind. Tatiana approached the basin. The book opened in her hands, its pages fluttering to a new spell etched in red: To claim your name, offer your truth. She hesitated. Then she removed the pendant and dropped it into the basin. It glowed. The air shifted. And visions swarmed. Flashes of her mother, cloaked in midnight robes, whispering to a circle of robed figures. A red-eyed child held close. The child crying. Blood on the walls. Screams. Fire.

she whispered, lifting my dress to expose my thighs, pressing the toy against my clit through my panties. I gasped, the vibration jolting through me, my legs trembling as the sensation ignited a fire deep within. “Stay silent, or the ritual breaks,” the brunette teased, her fingers joining the toy, slipping under my panties to rub my clit, stretching me with two digits. The risk of the Coven’s judgment fueled my arousal, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as the petite woman knelt, tugging my panties down, her tongue licking my folds with a deliberate slowness, sucking my clit with a skill that made my knees weak. The tattooed woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my d

It was one thing fucking her with a chess piece , it was quite another making her cum with one but I had an idea. Slipping it from her body. I stood. Pressed the wet glass to her face, my eyes bored into hers. “Kiss it Taylor.” Her eyes widened in shock but she did what I asked. Her lips pursed. “Take it into your mouth and suck it clean.” I ordered. Rubbing it back and forth across her bottom lip. Which opened straight away. I pushed it against her tongue. As far as it would go. “Now lay down.” “Judge… Christian.”