Shantel Tessier Books In Order The Ritual Novels & Stories

I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…” “These things seem to have been written centuries ago.” Atticus wrinkled his nose, also reading over my shoulder “Celebrations after children's first transformation? Where did the person who wrote this live? In a village with ten wolves? Does he have any idea how many children transform for the first time every day…?” “Magic rituals.” I interrupted him when I read the title of that chapter, quickly starting to lo

The assassin smirked, twisting the platinum chain tighter around her throat. Serena’s vision began to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of her consciousness as the cold metal bit into her skin, almost drawing out blood. But instead of fading into submission, a dormant, feral instinct took over. She was a Moretti. She had spent her entire life surviving in a house of monsters. She was not going to die like a sheep in a slaughterhouse. If she was going down, then she wasn't going down alone for sure.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

Tess’s voice was firm, her hazel eyes locked on the nearest tendril, her sword at the ready, the ice crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “Stay behind me, Lila!” Tess shouted, her voice steady, her sword flashing as she parried a tendril, the dark magic dissipating with a hiss, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s roar shaking the sanctum, the sanctum a battlefield, their bond a warmth in the cold. “I’ll keep them off you!” She slashed at another tendril, the blue glow casting jagged shadows around her, the sanctum a crucible for their unity, the chill a distant

The regular tasks brought a semblance of normalcy and routine, something Katherine desperately needed. While rummaging through the storeroom to pick up more wrapping paper for the flowers, she stumbled upon an old book. The worn-out cover depicted a ship sailing through stormy seas, instantly recognizable to her. It was The Tides Of The Myrtle, the first book in a series she had been obsessed with as a teenager. The faded pages and creased spine spoke of the many times it had been read and cherished. This was the book cemented Castiel and her relationship, they became friends because of the mutual love for the series which told the story of a banished prince sailing the world to reclaim his

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She would give anything, even her own heart and soul. Caitlin held up the torn page from the book which she’d taken from the library, the ancient ritual, the one that would save Scarlet if only Caitlin had returned in time, the one that would have cured her from becoming a vampire. Caitlin tore the ancient page into small pieces and threw them to the floor. They landed near Ruth, her large husky, who whined and curled up at Caitlin’s side. That page, that ritual, which had once meant so much to Caitlin, was useless now. Scarlet had already fed, and no ritual could save her now.

She could see herself building a home here with Caleb, and Scarlet, and Ruth. If they pressed on with their missions, how might that affect her relationship with Caleb? Or even endanger Scarlet or Ruth? It seemed that whenever she got close to finding another key, bad things started to happen. Caitlin slowly set down the brittle piece of paper, and stared, instead, at her unopened journal before her, sitting on the desk. It was now worn, thick with use, looking like a relic in its own right. She reached out and slowly pulled back the pages, turning them all the way until she nearly reached the end of the book. She realized, with a start, that there weren’t that many blank pages left. She cou

People who once dismissed her would think twice. Whatever awaited her now, it would not be small. And neither would she. Eden let out a shaky breath as she stepped back from the desk, her fingers still tingling from the weight of her signature, when suddenly Cassian's hand latched around her neck. He pulled her to him with one go, that her heart lurched violently. Eden shrieked at the sudden contact, pressing her palms against his chest “What are you doing?” Cassian's eyes darkened as he leaned closer, Rael also getting excited. “What else, it's time to fulfill the ritual now.”

“Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “You can’t make that decision for me, Mother. I chose Lyra. You don’t get to replace her.” He paused, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth. “You’ll keep your deal—with both of them. Whoever fucks you better and makes you come harder gets to stay and finish the rituals.” His mother’s face darkened with rage. “You can’t be serious, Darius.” “You can’t back out of a deal, Mother. You made it yourself yesterday.”