The Hooded Man Ritual Novels & Stories

The ritual is nearly complete, and the stakes have never been higher. The leader of the hunters strides purposefully towards the ritual site, his movements deliberate and precise. He’s tall, clad in dark, heavy armor, and his face is obscured by a hood. His eyes, however, are visible and gleam with a cold, calculating intelligence. There’s something almost otherworldly about him, and I can sense that he’s more than just a typical hunter.

he leaned close licking the blood that came out of from the scratch I had earlier and with that he withdraw, stepping out of the lines. " now?" Shooting a smile he nodded and the ritual began but how is this right, am the only one that will be committed to him, he didn't take my blood the way am doing, he isn't going to die but I am, he isn't going to be reborn like I will be this isn't how the ritual works I can't die alone. My whole life has been broken and scattered because of this man I don't even know his name, this wicked and selfish man. ”I will never forgive you for this”. I yelled

Trying to push her emotions and mine aside I watched the horror unfold before me. "We need more blood the ritual is working, we have tapped into the family blood line. A strong black blood line from years, decades of evil men bathing the blood of their so called enemies and worshipping the devil." The man in jaguar mask said with manic satisfaction as he with drew another crystal like blade glinting in the candl flame light. "Bring him to the font." he added as they dragged the man towards what looked like a stone bird basin or some demonic looking polised obsidian bowl resting on its own carved basalt alter. I almost threw up when they pulled the whimpering man over the basin with a flash o

Fond family, continued non-stop until they were hollowed-out zombies, merely a shell for their magical egos. Acolytes scuttled up and down the rows of participants, picking people up where needed, making sure the cauldrons boiling with fat—animal and human—were well-stoked, adding incense to five massive burning braziers, occasionally shitting in them to add extra heat to the aroma, and scooping up animal carcasses littered about the altar. They were just menial ones, clothed only in black. Those in red robes, like Jon, performed the tasks. Endlessly chanting the spells of invocation. Having rough and degrading sex with all genders on soiled mattresses scattered about the chamber. Then takin

Lucifer articulated and beneath her and Rogue, in red was a rune. The clear night sky was assaulted by nimbuses with fulgurations dancing in them. A huge gust of wind rattled all over Hiraizumi, and from within the clouds descended a pillar of blood red light. The pillar hit the lithosphere and the duo, coalescing both of them, an ancient ritual called Zenon Glyph. A ritual that only the true descendents of the underworld were able to perform.

And she can’t help but remember the man she’s been talking to for the past few days. Well, it might just be a co-incidence. Then slowly, the music started fading. She turns to the stage where a woman, dressed in the most provocative white gown incomparable to anyone else in the venue. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to invite everyone to join us downstairs for the ritual. “She raises her glass before she stepped down the small staircase set-up for the stage. Then swiftly, everyone in the venue stated to wear the hoodies they have in their cloaks.

I find myself staggered by vision upon vision until I lock in on one. Here, in the disjointed images of his memory, I see the waiter standing in the corner of the mourning hall, his hands shaking as he holds them out. A man whose face is hooded in the shadows presses a vial into the waiter’s trembling hands. “You know what to do,” the hooded man says. “Poison him.” The waiter nods vigorously and bows but not before he lifts his head to meet the hodded man’s gaze but the vision clouds over the moment their eyes meet.

Eric said as he pointed to the communicator. Then the communicator we started to Fritz out of control. Eventually, a hologram of a hooded man with a long cape dress down emerged. On the top of his head, was a strange shaped symbol that reminded me of the Akarri5n age symbol that we saw back in then Academy! Greetings humans and hybrids of Earth! The hooded man said. I am Lord ethos ! Chapter 22: The Demand So I guess this is the part of the story when we meet needs a big mean bad guy that everyone knows it’s pulling the strings right?

At the end of the passageway, stood an elegant black door wide enough to peep and so once again, I let curiosity do its thing. What I saw on the other side took my breath away. Masks. Dozens of them. Men and women dressed in silks and fitted shadows, all witness to a scene that was part of some ancient, obscene ritual. A blindfolded woman waz on her knees in the center, naked and still, as a man in a red wolf mask danced around her, tracing silk down her bare shoulder. The air was thick with something wild. Smelt like sex and danger and I felt the urge to run, but I didn't.

Hoping that I would not fall. I suddenly heard Mika's voice."Leave her alone!" He shouted. I finally got to the top of the mountain, saw a huge rock on my far right,I hid behind it. A ritual was taking place. A group of women and men were wearing black hooded gowns, with their faces painted in a red powdery substance.They were standing in a perfect undisturbed horizontal alignment watching the hot fire burning in front of them. There were two other people,a man and a woman,dancing next to the fire as if entertaining the men and women in black gowns. The two wore a similar attire. They wore nothing on their bodies,however they covered their waist upto their thighs with a black linen towel.The