The Rite 2 Novels & Stories

Nicholas’s POV Banishing to the east. Prayer to the God of ultimate Pleasure and Pain. Thanateros, your rite has commenced! He recites: "Unto Thee - the Kingdom - the Power - and the Glory - to the Ages!" "Amen!" This ritual is the needed barrier to breach on my path to passing the Abyss of initiation.

The witch doctor nodded. "But that alone won't destroy it." Kael crossed his arms. "What will?" She hesitated. "There is an ancient ritual." Olivia immediately stiffened. "No." The witch doctor looked at her. "You know the ritual?" Olivia slowly nodded. "I do." Kiara looked between them. "What ritual?" Olivia's expression became troubled. "It is called the Rite of Two Souls." "The Moon Goddess herself blessed it centuries ago." "It was created for fated mates whose bond had been cursed."

He Gave my neck a gentle kiss before pulling them away. He positioned himself between my legs, his waist touching mine. And I felt it, he was hard. And it slightly pressed against my entrance, but he didn’t move just yet. He looked down at me, hesitating for a moment before moving on. “Jane you are so beautiful, the Moon Goddess has chosen the two of us to be together. I couldn’t be more grateful, you are my everything.” He started to say but then paused. “I Nathan Knight take you as my mate, my forever. I swear in the name of our Goddess to forever protect you, to love you with every breath I breathe. And as the Alpha Prince of the Moon Light Pack I mark you as my forever mate and Luna.” He

“Is where we need to bite,” “As it then shows our mark, like a tattoo,” Everett finished for him. “And it’s usually done during intercourse,” Jesus.

“I don’t know. She was open with me before today. She smiled at me. She—she let me close. But during the Rite…” Earic’s expression sharpened. “Yes?” “I felt something push back,” Gregory whispered. “Like something inside her rejected me. After that, it was gone. The warmth. The pull. Everything.” Earic’s jaw tightened. “The Rite is old magic. A flicker from another age. It should have had no influence.” “But it did,” Gregory insisted. “You saw her. She looked… clear. Awake.” Earic exhaled sharply, irritation snapping in his voice. “And that clarity is exactly what we cannot afford—not now.”

“You speak with passion, and I can see your commitment to your pack. However, words are not enough to earn trust. I would like to see your dedication in action.” “What do you mean?” Xavier asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I propose a challenge,” Luke replied, a small smile playing on his lips. “A test of your abilities, one that will show your worthiness. You must participate in the Rite of the Ridge, a tradition in our kingdom that demonstrates strength, resilience, and teamwork.” I glanced at Xavier, both of us registering the weight of his proposition. “What does the Rite involve?” I asked. “The Rite consists of several trials that test your physical prowess, mental acuity, and abi

“Yes.” “If you perform it perfectly, they lose narrative leverage.” “And if I don’t?” “Then they move openly.” She held his gaze. “And you?” His expression hardened. “If they move openly,” he said, voice turning to iron, “I end it.” There was no room for misinterpretation in that statement. The Rite was not just ceremony. It was bait. They both knew it. “You’ll have to let it unfold,” she said. His eyes darkened. “I don’t like traps I didn’t design.”

“Guys I’m so sorry but mum has to leave. I’ll drop you off with aunt Sophie and then pick you guys later. Deal? I say trying to lighten their moods. They agree reluctantly though. I feel terrible. It’s barely a month and I was already losing time with them. I drop them at Sophie’s , my best friend before I head back to the office. As usual, they were at the conference table and I sit in front o them, waiting for them to speak again. At least this time, I was determined to listen. “So we’ll go straight to the point. We think you should do the ritual mating. That’s our only chance of winning the impending war.” They start without even giving a preamble. I don’t know which I prefer, the ramblin

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