Novel & Cerita The Rite 2

The gamma grinned sheepishly before breezing away to sit beside Emory. After the formalities, Ronin took his seat and cleared his throat. “Thank you all, for being here today. As you know, the ierotelestía tou lýkou– Rite of The Wolf– is fast approaching. There are a few things that must be amended.”

Kael’s sword flicked sideways, batting the weapon farther away. Brown‑coat was still on his feet, hands outstretched, veins standing in his neck as he tried to drag the tattered remains of his ritual back into some sort of obedience. “Goddess, _hear us_!” he rasped. “We offer her back—” “You don’t offer me,” Rin snapped over his words. “You never did.” She shifted her weight and stamped her heel down on another carved node at the altar’s edge. The symbol cracked. A last, stubborn thread of red light winked out.

Just power. Flame Wolf and Silver Wolf (in unison): “The line awakens.” Vito’s Nightmare Somewhere deep beneath the High Temple. Vito stands before a blood mirror. He sees both wolves standing beside Xavier. He recoils. Vito (hoarse): “No… it’s begun.” [A priest enters.] Priest: “My Lord… The Eclipse rites are prepared. Shall we begin the cleansing?” Vito (quiet): “Yes. Begin the rites. But double the blades. The boy thinks he’s a rebel. Let him try to wear two crowns.”

Tonight, it wasn’t just a training ground—it was a conduit of raw power. I walked forward slowly. Every step inside the circle seemed to thrum beneath my feet. The runes engraved in the stones glowed faintly, and the wind picked up, swirling around me like a whispered chant. “Riya Wolfsong,” came the voice of Thane, the pack’s Beta, who stood at the edge of the circle with a ceremonial blade in hand. “Are you prepared to undergo the Rite of Alignment?” The Rite. A ceremony reserved for wolves who stood on the cusp of transformation—be it spiritual, magical, or fated. It had not been performed in over fifty years.

The priestess signaled that the rite would proceed into the next phase. Riley slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were still red, but there was determination behind them again. “I’ll try,” she whispered. “I’ll keep going.” “That’s my girl,” I said softly, smiling through the ache in my chest. The priestess announced that the ceremony should continue and she wanted the Alpha to usher us in again after the situation had just happened. Damian stepped closer to us then turned to face the pack. “The Rite might not be completed,” he declared, voice steady and commanding.

They stared at each other, breaths sharp, hearts too full. And then he crossed the space between them and kissed her hard—anger, fear, love, all tangled into one desperate motion. When they broke apart, both were shaking. “Don’t walk away from me again,” he said. “Then don’t make me watch you die,” she whispered. --- The Crescent Rite At midnight, the pack gathered. The clearing glowed with torchlight and moonfire. Circles of salt and ash marked the ground, silver symbols radiating outward from the center where Baylee and Collin stood.

“If the Rite fails… someone has to go through and stop them from the other side.” Her heart dropped. “No.” “Elira—” “No. We go together. Or not at all.” --- On the eve of the blood eclipse, the camp gathered beneath the stars. Elira and Theron stood side by side, cloaked in ceremonial robes, their marks glowing like twin constellations. The pack chanted, the witches circled, and Naeria drew the final rune. When the sky turned crimson, and the moon pulsed once, the Rite began. Light spiraled up from the earth.

He begged and with a glance, I shook my head no to the Alpha. “That is enough Rogan! You will do exactly what Kellina asks and come to the ceremony if she wants you to denounce her as your mate, is that understood.” Rogan started to mumble. “Enough!” The Alpha yelled. “You will not speak to her at this time. She's our fucking Crimson Priestess and deserves more than to be all of your fucking playthings. All of you allow her by now.”

Ritual Satine watched his body twitch as she glanced nervously at the sky light. The moonlight was touching the outer rim. She could see it starting to trickle in through it. Any minute now she would be able to complete the ritual. The moon light was tinted a blood red representing the blood moon. Aldric had begun to act aggressively, his body twitching and flexing like he was trying to fight something. His skin sizzled against the wolf bane soaked ropes holding him in place. Satine's stomach curled into itself as she began fidgeting in her spot, her brain trying to come up with what she would do if he woke up. She was nervous that the wolf bane ropes wouldn't hold him. The liquid should ha

After the events of the last few days everyone was quieter and only Rafael seemed like himself. The moon was high in the sky and I could feel its rays as it enveloped me. It felt like the moon itself was looking down on us and the presence of Freyja’s magic was all around me. I could feel it in every blade of grass and even in the wind. “We’re a pack and this ceremony will cement the trust that we already have in each other. This will unite us in more than one way. Betrayal is the one thing that we as a pack will never condone, the penalty for treason has always been death and it will remain as such,” I said to them.