The Ritual Audiobook Novels & Stories

The room gets hit with wind and pressure, like the air's being ripped apart. My restraints bust apart. And in the middle of it all Floating, burning I feel like I'm splitting in two. I'm me. But also There's something else. Something big. Something means. Something that knows Aurek's voice – his roar echoing – and answers back without even thinking. My eyes open all the way. And I know: The ritual isn't to make something. It's to let it loose. I smell her before I see her. It’s not her, though not warm, steady, grounding.

"I sit in its presence now, knowing that this is where I shall take my final breaths. Before I leap from the cliff in the ultimate sacrifice, I must ensure that the dark secrets of this place never again see the blessed light of day. I have found a way to erase the profane ritual from the pages of this tome, and I shall leave it here to disappear the next time this place vanishes. Forgive me, Lord, for my many offenses." That was where the passage ended. Lyda was breathless. Even after everything she learned about the Spirits in the past, she never thought she would come across something like this. She turned the page in haste. However, the last few pages in the book were blank. What was mor

With the unwavering support of Randall and the few allies who shared our vision, I faced the challenges with resilience and determination. I rose up against prejudice, raised my voice against discrimination and refused to allow the judgment of others to define my value and my ability. The day of the ritual has arrived. In the presence of the ancient symbols, Randall and I positioned ourselves at the altar, our hearts beating in unison, ready to unleash the energy that would change the destiny beyond the border. Together, we follow each step of the ritual with grace and precision. Our movements merged into a harmonious dance, channeling the ancestral energy and transmitting a bright and power

This story is a sequel to "Rite of Submission" and I will do my best to make it as much of a stand alone story as I can, but if you feel lost, you might want to read the first book and then come back to this one. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. Please educate yourself on kink etique and negotiate clear terms before proceeding with your partner and always have a safe word in case things become too much. Don't forget to negotiate your aftercare as well.

Eva’s POV I was sitting on my bed, leaning against the headrest. My fingers clenched against the edges of the Ancient Book Of Rituals as I read the procedure for the Phoenix Ritual for the umpteenth time. My brain and turned blank. It was as if I was reading the words but nothing was going into my brain. I felt like I was forgetting more and more. I slammed the book shut in frustration. I was feeling a bit restless and uncertain. What if something went wrong? What if we missed some part of the ritual and ended up plunging the world into more misery and darkness. Was it worth the risk?

I prevented Alpha William's hand from leaving to follow the makeshift stretcher, which was walking down the stairs to the bottom of the palace's main floor. “Darwin went berserk,” said the wet lips, which were flooded with sweat. “He reacted with the presence of the ritual. The actual purpose of the ritual is to forcefully withdraw the alien existence in one's body. Darwin, reacted to the ritual, and is running amok right now.” I had never seen Alpha William with such a serious face before. Serious? More accurately, scared. I wanted to be blind to this, as it would only make me more nervous. However, Alpha William's expression did not show calmness at all.

I asked, my fear resuming . A crazy and very random idea swiftly ran across my mind ,and I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. I hoped he wasn't trying to swap our lives ,or something like that, I've heard a lot of tales about this type of rituals ,but I always thought them to be nothing but fairytales. “For the ritual to work, the presence of someone who was present at his death scene is needed. You won’t get hurt; all you're needed for is to bear witness,and that's it.” He said, then he snapped his fingers.

The old stone carvings started to shine when we started the ritual with their bright blue-green light, making the surrounding darkness fade away. Randall pushed me through the tension with a controlled voice. His gaze pushed me to focus more as he stared directly into my eyes. Our previous efforts demand success from us now. I responded with, "I know," but spoke almost silently. Powerful energy flowed through my body, showing our connection was unbreakable. My mental focus strengthened the runes, which reacted to our combined force. Yet, the moment was shattered. I shifted my focus from the ritual to hearing a horrifying scream from somewhere. One by one her supporters appeared at the edge o

The counter-ritual requires me to be in the middle of Stephanie's ritual circle while chanting them. One mistake and everyone died. No pressure. "I need to memorize this," I said, studying the words. "Need to know it so well I could recite it while being torn apart. Because that's probably what will be happening when I have to speak it." "We have time," Beatrice said. "Not much, but some. I will help you." "There is one more thing," I said, "Ethan. Do you think there is a way to rescue him before the ritual starts?”

He looked peaceful, almost asleep. I knelt beside him and took his cold hand. "I'm here," I whispered. "I'm not leaving you again." The moon rose, light poured through the cave opening, illuminating everything. I felt it touch me, filling the space with something old and sacred. I began the ritual. The words came from somewhere deep inside me, taught by the elders, memorized through endless nights. I spoke them aloud, my voice echoing off the walls, each word a plea to the goddess above.