Shantel Tessier Books In Order The Ritual Novels & Stories

They sat like that for a while, shoulders touching, diary open between them. Raven reached for the black tome she’d left on the nightstand the night before. She had been studying the final sections late into the previous evening—the most dangerous rites, the ones that bound not just flesh but will, not just bodies but souls. Pages filled with warnings written in silver ink that seemed to pulse faintly when she stared too long. Victoria watched her turn the pages, expression thoughtful. After a moment she took the diary again and wrote: *We have a vast library here.*

“The holiest of bloods. You must each take three sips.” Caitlin, Caleb, and Sam each took a chalice. Caitlin drank, taking three sips, wondering what would happen. She was surprised by how sweet it was. More and more vampires crowded around them, closer and closer. They all lowered their heads, as if in prayer, and began to chant. “…to resurrect another day,” they finished chanting, “in God’s ultimate grace.” No, Caitlin thought.

This was the scene Selena came to meet. "Let's begin." Selena said, without even giving thought to the fact that Tamina was not present. "Where is Tamina?" Micah questioned, it was wrong of them to begin the ritual without her. "She has been a little bit delayed. We must move with time." Selena snapped back. Jazell was standing among them; she wore a long black gown with long sleeves. A black net veil pinned to her hair, falling over her face. Priest Tailbon began the ritual. He started by murmuring words, then began to speak in a foreign language.

"Fine. But don't think for one second I buy on all this good girl facade. I know who you are and I'm not going to fall for it." Fall for what? Evy has a hard time wrapping her head around what she said. "I still need to teach you so open your book and I want you to read the whole page from chapters 1 - 10 and then we'll begin our lecture. I don't want any complaints. I'll answer questions during my lecture." Santina proceeds to stand up and leave her alone in the room by herself. Evy read the title of the book. 'Theoretical Basis for Spellcasting' written by Herald the Grey.

My dad is amongst the elders that conducted the ritual so it was really hard for me to run away from it ,even if I did they would still find me and bring me out and that was one reason why I should just participate . “Freya ,we have been waiting for you all day , when are you coming? The ritual would be starting in an hour and dad had asked us to be there before it starts”I heard Tessa, my elder sister, say and I stood up immediately . “I would get out sis “I replied and I heard her footsteps going away from my door and I knew that she was gone . Tessa was my immediate elder sister ,she’s just a year older than me ,I’m 17 and she’s 18 and we are both born on the same date making her exactly

If her magic reached its full potential too quickly, even I might struggle to control the outcome. That possibility irritated me more than it frightened me. I rose from the throne again and walked toward the ancient bookshelf hidden behind the ritual chamber. My fingers brushed across several old spell books before stopping on one bound in black leather. The Blood Ritual. Forbidden magic. Dangerous magic. Exactly what I needed. One of the witches looked alarmed the moment she saw the book. “My Queen… that ritual was banned generations ago.” “Because lesser witches feared its power,” I replied. “The ritual requires direct connection to the target,” the witch warned carefully. “And if anything

Dangerous. I stared down at the books again, frustration bubbling to the surface. I wanted to confront her, to demand answers. But I knew better than to storm into a fight unprepared. Seraphine wasn’t the type to cower under pressure. She would push back, and I wasn’t sure I had the patience for that right now. Calm down, Lucien, I told myself. Think. I reached for one of the books, flipping it open carefully. The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible. The text was written in an old dialect I could barely decipher, but the few words I understood sent a chill down my spine. Rituals. Secrets. Power.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

The air here was colder, heavier, scented with faint jasmine, the same perfume that had clung to Seraphine’s ghostly form. Kael stepped forward first. His fingers brushed the book’s cover, hesitant, reverent. “She hid it here. The full prophecy. The ritual.” Elara moved beside him. The bond pulsed, urgent, warning. “We shouldn’t open it without knowing what it does.” But Kael was already lifting the chain. The lock snapped open at his touch, blood recognition. The tome fell open with a soft sigh, pages yellowed but intact. Words in an ancient script glowed faintly as they read:

As she searched the internet, it confirmed her worst fears: this was the only copy of the book in existence. How could it be? Why was the page torn in half? Who had torn it? When? And why? Was it centuries ago? Was it a vampire, or some dark force, that didn’t want this ritual to get out? Caitlin felt struck with the urgency of time. The ritual only worked before the vampire’s first kill. Had Scarlet killed anyone yet? How much time did Caitlin have before she did? Was it already too late?