The Ritual Audiobook Novels & Stories

“The witches tracking Barbara's whereabouts tell us we still have at least until midnight before the ritual is completely over. With the help of the witches I sent earlier, we still have at least an hour or so to break the ritual.” Rokan Allegro stepped up and took the main seat in the room. Everyone who was standing also sat back in their available seats. “What ritual was Hugo actually doing?” Elder Brahma asked dryly. He had a bad idea about this. Rokan Allegro crossed his arms on the table in front of him. His head looked up slightly with a sigh. “Seven Breath Ritual.” The entire room was startled, including Elder Brahma himself. His guess wasn't wrong at all, but it just made its look ev

I begin to skim through the book, never minding the dirty less-than ideal reading environment. A chapter catches my eye, one that speaks about how alpha blood binds scent and spirit, how proximity strengthens emotional pull. It has an illustration of a weird diagram in it that I can’t quite understand, but I’m pretty sure that it has something to do with… rituals? My eyes narrow down at the word. One passage details a cleansing ritual said to weaken bonds formed without consent. I read faster, eyes hungrily searching for specifics, anything actionable, when I hear the sound of footsteps behind me.

Taking my last punch, I stopped; breathing heavily before going to take my water bottle of water which was beside me. Having done this, I went to take my seat by his side. “What did they find out?” he had told Patricia and Chelsea to find out what the ritual meant and who was sacrificing rogues and wolves. I knew it was what was in the papers. “Nothing except they aren't done yet. Patricia was able to find out that the two spots where the death of the rogues and wolves happened intended to form a shape. A circle.” He raised his eyes and looked at me. “The ritual is a sacred one, one can't interfere with it unless whoever started it dies or gets killed. Now the name of the person is Varnadon,

Then, I started my quest. A few hours and twenty volumes later I sat on the floor surrounded by open books. I kept coming across this weird phrasing. It was in a dozen languages. Each one included the word "darkness" and "broken", which sometimes translated into "split" or "half"." All of it was centered around the solstices, either summer or winter. The ritual seemed to be a power transfer, which wasn't uncommon. That was what most rituals were, but this one seemed to be able to amplify the power by tuning it to the Earth's power or planet's power or something. I kept getting confused. I hated not being able to comprehend all this high level stuff. I didn't like feeling dumb, who did, but I

but how do you 'transfer'? "Hmm... Just lay down on the ground and close your eyes..." |...| "Okay? Now what?" "Just lay there! I'll start the ritual!" "..." "Wait a fucking minute, Nori! Ritual?! That sounds dangerous!" "Ne ad effugium animam: ad tempus illud dormitationem-" "Nori! Stop! This is too skeptical!" "It's alright, master! It's like you took a nap!" "And how long is that na-" "Hanc animam inanem et alius testa!"

she reassured me, her touch offering solace in the face of uncertainty. I looked into her eyes, finding solace and understanding in their depths. "I worry about the unknown, Margret. What if something goes wrong? What if I'm not prepared enough? What if..." My voice trailed off, the weight of my apprehensions almost suffocating. Margret's soothing voice filled the air, her words like a balm for my anxious soul. "Listen and support. The rituals we perform are not solitary endeavors; they are collective efforts where each member contributes their energy and intention. We have prepared extensively for this ritual, and you have been diligently studying and practicing. Trust in the knowledge and

Their growls and snarls filled the air, making it difficult for me to concentrate. Just as I was starting to feel overwhelmed, Kira approached me with a calm smile. "It's time," she said. "We're ready to begin, again." Storm read all of them making sure there was no malice. Rain and Ryker stood by my side as Phoenix and Thorn looked on. I nodded, taking a deep breath. We all made our way back to the ritual place, the familiars lumbering behind us. Salina began to chant, her voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.

Most of them were written in tongues long forgotten, but I was looking for one thing, the Severing Ritual. “Middle shelf. Left corner,” Keiran whispered. I followed her guidance, pulling out a heavy, black-bound book with silver runes crawling across its surface. The moment my fingers touched it, the book pulsed, like a heartbeat. My skin prickled. “This has to be it,” I murmured. I opened it to a page marked with a crimson thread. The spell was there, a ritual older than the royal bloodline. A way to sever a bond not by rejection, but by force. By darkness. By blood.

The air inside is thick with the scent of burning herbs and something metallic, like dried blood. “This won’t be easy,” she warns, placing black candles around a circle of salt. “And what you see may break you.” “Nothing can break me more than what I’ve already endured,” I reply, clenching my fists. Isolde smiles but says nothing more. The ritual begins with a chant in a language I don’t recognize. The hunter moves her hands precisely, tracing symbols in the air that glow with a silvery light. The ground beneath me seems to hum, and the air thickens, making it hard to breathe.