The Hooded Man Ritual Novels & Stories

Phil's expression changed immediately and the room fell silent. Because she was right. The ritual had existed for years and someone had started it. Someone had funded it and someone else is benefiting from it, but nobody knew who. Phil cursed softly. "I'll inform Alpha." That same night... Far away from BloodFall and far away from Crestmoon, deep inside a ruined temple hidden among black mountains—A hooded figure stood before a dark altar. The room was illuminated only by blood-red flames. The figure remained silent. Listening and waiting. Then— A shadowy wolf appeared from the darkness. Its eyes glowed crimson and the creature bowed.

She wished she could just go somewhere else as wind sang a mournful tune. The cloaked women paid no attention to these signs all around them. They were consumed in their ritual and they could see that it was working. Suddenly, they all lifted up their hands to the dark sky and with one last chant, they looked down at the corpse. As if he had been called forth, Roman opened his eyes with a loud gasp.

Sebastian laughed behind her, shook his head, and followed her. In a mansion, hooded men line up, waiting for the leader's arrival. "It's time," the hooded man said while walking. He was the leader of the group. The members looked at him; excitement was written all over their faces. "The Lord shall arise from his deep slumber!" he announces. The room filled with happiness for the lord they worship with their lives has come back to life. The man exited the room, he opened the secret passage and found the coffin already opened. He scanned the area and found the lord holding a dead guard in his hand. The hooded man smiled.

Blue tendrils of smoke curled up from their middle and enshrouded them. As soon as it appeared, it disappeared. And then it was over. One of the hooded figures broke away from the circle and still hovering, moved to where the chiefs were watching them avidly. "He will have to go into the cleansing bath." It was the unmistakeable voice of a woman. Murmurs rippled throughout the hall as people could not contain their excitement. "The cleansing bath?" The chief who had first spoken, stood with a look on his face. Germaine later came to realize it was a look fraught with fear. "But. . . that could-"

“Let's go.” The duel ceremony was held in a forest where several people had gathered from different packs to witness the legendary fight between the Dark Edge alpha and his rival. The pack priestess stood at an elevated platform performing a ritual around Kodiak as she dipped her fingers in a thick red substance in a bowl and painted it on his body. After a few minutes, his entire body was covered with the red substance that was meant to invoke the blessing of the moon goddess. As the ritual continued, the crowd parted ways for the appearance of Hunter who had finally arrived at the scene. Kodiak's red eyes only darkened when he gazed upon his opponent who stepped into the arena with a cocky

Then he sat back in his chair with the quality of someone who had decided to stop performing and see what happened. "My uncle has been building toward the ritual for three years," he said. "I didn't know what it was when I first started finding references to it. I thought it was wolf mythology, old clan stories that certain people took too seriously." He paused. "And then I found the operational documentation. What it requires. What it does to the person it requires it from." "And you couldn't stay inside it," I said.

When we reached the backside of my mansion, the two of us were approached by a man in his early-thirties — the most reliable member among my people after Jordan. "Zaylen, all preparations for the ritual are completed," Marcel announced, his voice low and solemn. "Everyone is ready and waiting for you to begin." I nodded, my gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd, a sense of determination coursing through me. This ritual was more than just a tradition – it was a sacred bond that united us, a testament to our shared heritage and the power that flowed through our veins. It was done every full-moon night in order to wish blessings for a smooth journey for the newly transformed members of our pac

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

The harmony that played into the scene was ever so slow that it matched the unexplainable horror that was just to be displayed and detailed. Seven individuals were seen in a familiar location. These individuals were coaxed by the aura of strangeness as they had a hood which covered every opening on their body, thus entombing their identity. Their hands however were covered by thick cotton padded materials and above the hand of one, a molten bowl was held. They moved slowly in a vertical line. They got closer to a house and as they did, they all stopped. It wasn't just as house as it seemed, there were multiple houses as it was seen.

“The ritual must happen tonight. The Alpha’s condition destabilized again after the festival.” When Rodney took a run after nearly freezing his son, he came back looking and feeling worse. He couldn’t forgive himself for what had almost happen. Hurting Tommy was never supposed to happen. After that, it became more important The ritual springs were hidden under the medical wing. They were in inside ancient stone chambers carved directly into the mountain rock. Steam was drifting in the air as were entered. Warm golden lanterns lit the room and there were glowing crystals in the water. The place looked so beautiful I wondered why I’d never been there in the first place. No one told me about th