The Hooded Man Ritual Novels & Stories

Asher, broken and bloodied, hung from the unforgiving chains, his gaze vacant, his spirit crushed. The hooded man, his breath ragged and heavy with a perverse satisfaction, lingered in the darkness that consumed the chamber. The echoes of their encounter whispered a hollow victory, a tainted triumph that offered no solace. For the hooded man, the cycle of torment and control would continue, a never-ending paradise of depravity, as his hunger for revenge and sadistic pleasure remained insatiable. **********

With reverence, they let dark droplets fall upon the altar, staining the ancient stone with the blood. As the leader conducted this ritual, a hooded woman emerged from the shadows. “Are you sure this is where the Stillwater family will try to open the hunt?” she asked, uncertainty lacing her voice. The leader's eyes narrowed, his gaze careless. “ Kendal, The Stillwater pack would never dare open the hunt here," they replied with conviction. “They’re bound by their stupid traditions but they are not stupid. The moment they see this place covered in bloody runes they will not regardless of whatever their plan was.”

"Is the day we are to kill the woman that had stumbled on our ritual." All the men were dressed in black, hooded cloaks with their fingers interlocked behind them. They encircled the devil who rocked back and forth on his heels with a villain's coat. "You know, women aren't to withhold the sacrifice with their eyes as it is forbidden in the kingdom of Azelbub." Dracula explained. "Has she been caught?" One of the members asked, all eyes fell on him and he gulped.

He shifted back to human form coughing blood. Rook I cried rushing toward him. Silas intercepted me. He pulled me close even as more tendrils lashed out. Do not let him separate us. Wren joined us. Blood trickled from his nose. The ritual is anchoring on Ashe blood. If they spill it here under the full moon while the bond is active The Head Priest began chanting louder. The priests around him joined in. Their voices rose in unholy harmony. The standing stones lit up with crimson runes. The Entity presence thickened until it felt like drowning in tar.

Words whispered around her, capturing her attention completely. "Save me, please come!" She pleaded, her voice carrying the weight of twenty-five years of longing. But as she reached the place, her heart sank; it was not what she had anticipated. Fear gripped her, and she hurried to find shelter behind a large rock when she heard a commotion drawing near. Peeking out from her hiding spot, she witnessed a chilling sight: a group of cloaked figures stood around a body, their faces obscured by dark hoods. They chanted in a low, ominous tone while the flickering candles cast eerie shadows around them. Suddenly, one of the figures exposed the wrist of the motionless body and made a deep, delibera

Only then would he be able to discover what was taking possession of the camp’s chief. When Jackson and Adam stepped out onto the porch to investigate what the old medicine man was up to, he unceremoniously demanded that they go back inside. He wanted no living beings out in the open during the discovery ritual. Spirits that normally go about their business without concern for the living can become troublesome and even dangerous when the energies are magnified in the way he’d be magnifying them. He wanted no loss of lives on his conscience. With the fire blazing, he reached in the little sack he kept hanging around his neck and pulled out a large pinch of herbs. Placing them under his ton

His eyes never left mine. “The convergence chose well.” Every instinct inside me screamed danger. Because the way he looked at me it wasn’t hatred. It was reverence. Cassian shifted beside us carefully. “I’m voting we kill the creepy cult people immediately.” The hooded man finally glanced toward him. “You misunderstand who we are.” “No,” Cassian replied dryly. “I understand perfectly. You broke into our territory dressed like funeral priests.” The man ignored the insult completely. Then slowly he removed his hood.

"This is just the outer layer. Save your energy for the real fight." We pushed forward easily. We reached the largest building in the center, which looked like a dark cathedral. The energy here was heavy and suffocating. We stopped in front of the main entrance. And there... standing to block our way... were two figures. Silas Venom, looking serious and ready to kill. And next to him... a tall man wearing long purple and black robes, his face hidden by a hood. But his eyes... were glowing with a terrifying purple light. "So... the cockroaches finally came out of their holes," the hooded man spoke.

The air pressed in from all sides, heavy and ancient and thick with meaning I didn’t understand but somehow knew mattered. Across the circle stood a figure, hooded, arms raised. They chanted words I didn’t recognize, but my bones understood. Words that called for sacrifice. And in the middle of the fire, suspended and bleeding, one of the Alphas hung by chains of light. His face was obscured—blurred like someone had smeared him with smoke. But I knew. Deep down, I knew. If I didn’t stop this ritual, one of them would die. I tried to move, tried to scream, but the circle held me tight. My voice didn’t carry. My body didn’t respond.

Dmitri shed off his ritual gear, looped his arm around my waist and led me out into the fray. This was the first time Nathan had directed the ceremony, instead of Dmitri since the officiating couple were supposed to be bonded, or soon to be bonded mates. It wasn’t just a welcome into manhood for them, it was a fertility rite. Once upon a time, we’d be the ones to kick off an orgy, and afterwards they all would have run around goosing and kissing the women of the pack throughout the day to share their vitality and bless them with fertility. Another tradition I was glad had died out through the ages. Although, I did receive a few pinches on my ass, until Dmitri wrapped his arms around me more