The Rite 2 Novels & Stories

The living thorns of her gown withered and died, crumbling to ash around her feet. "Face the Rite," I said softly. "Not as my enemy. As yourself. Let them see the girl you were before the entity took everything. And maybe—just maybe—you can finally let go." The chamber held its breath. Then, slowly, the Matriarch stepped into the circle. The mirrors around us blazed with light. And the Rite began.

In the afternoon, I prepare the space for the warding rite. Table moved, carpet smoothed, stone cleaned. Rhaell draws in chalk, Mae cuts the canvas to cover it. Lunathiel arrives precisely—not early, not late. Three of us stand, with two assistants, plus guards outside. The rite is short, objective, each movement has purpose. We say the names, place our hands on the stone, seal it. No flash, no fainting. I cover the rune with canvas. The knot is simple, can be undone one-handed if needed. I never trust double knots. As the fabric settles over the stone, Cassian clears his throat at the threshold. That signal, in our language, means: all is well, but take note. I step out. The hallway light i

Pride, fear, and something raw and vulnerable all at once. The images above them moved again. The twin figures in light mirrored Rowan and Azeriel’s positions. One raised a hand, and the other followed. Their fires didn’t clash; they flowed around each other in harmony, rising toward the ceiling and merging into a single, steady flame. Rowan’s breath caught. “That’s… it’s the rite,” she whispered. “We have to do it the way they’re showing us.” Azeriel’s eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “And we… we have to trust each other.”

wolf bride. A cold sweat broke across my brow, The "Blood Sync." It was a death sentence wrapped in the language of tradition. They were testing the limit of Eilís's sanity, using my life as the bait. "The Rite begins at moon-rise," the King added, his voice devoid of the strange softness he’d shown me before. "You are dismissed, Raven. Prepare yourself.” I bowed, my movements mechanical. I turned and walked out of the hall, the rhythmic click of my heels against the marble sounding like a countdown. Denis followed a few paces behind, maintaining the proper distance of an attendant.

A low murmur rippled through the crowd again, but it quickly died under the elder’s raised hand. He continued. “By the ancient laws of the wolves, the Rite of Mating binds not only body, but spirit… not only desire, but loyalty.” His staff struck the ground once beside him. The sound echoed deeply through the chamber. “From this moment forward,” the elder said, “the mating rite begins.” My heart began to race again. Kaelen’s thumb brushed slowly across the back of my hand, a quiet reassurance. The elder’s voice deepened as he spoke the next words.

"I understand that you are devastated and suffering a lot. After all, you've been madly in love with Caesar for quite some time. But how long will you continue to behave in this manner? Didn't you say that you'll launch Operation: Moving On after Caesar and Rhea are together? So, what exactly are you doing? Is this cooping up inside your room your method of moving on? Because if this is it, I can tell you right now that it isn't working. You must try many things to quickly move on and forget Caesar." "Quickly move on? There isn't such a thing, Raine. I would have moved on from him by now if that were possible." Bitterly, I said. Raine sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! What else have y

She leaned in Aubrey's ears and murmured, “I told you, that you will meet your suitor today.” Unknown to her that Alpha Angelo and Beta Dagon heard everything, they exchanged glances and wanted to burst into laughter but pretended. “When is the PROM?” Alpha Angelo asked. Reina smiled and answers before Aubrey, “It will be on eighteenth and remember to carry gifts she will be turning eighteen on that day.” ‘Shiet!’ Beta Dagon cursed. ‘The same date with new moon festival.’ Alpha Angelo turned to Beta Dagon, they understood each other with just one glance.

He said touching her neck. “Your Neckline is not so deep ... Deepen it so that your chest is wide.” He opened the first four buttons of her shirt by saying from which her blouse was visible. “Idiot, why did you wear this? Didn't say you shouldn't wear anything inside whenever your figure doesn't look so good?” With that he asked her to perform again. And finally she practiced to become a Maisa. This is her first day of practice. Mike had informed her that she would be in his room at ten o'clock every night, then she would practice the next day, and one day she would become a Maisa and win Jack's trust and go to his house.

Thank you so much for reading Romerian Alpha’s Mate, book 2 in The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah series. I appreciate everyone’s support on my writing journey, and I thank you for taking the characters into your hearts from the bottom of my heart. You’re all amazing! Book 1, Alpha Verses Omerian, is also available on Goodnovel. Book 3, The Romerian’s Unwanted Mate, is available now!

Mira stared at the open eye etched into her wrist, the silver ink still warm against her skin. “What did you mean by the Broken Rite?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Marek leaned against the mossy trunk of an ancient oak, his rogue’s cloak blending into the forest shadows. He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. “The pack teaches Moon Rites as blessings,” he said. “First shift guidance. Luna compatibility. Bond stabilization.”