The Ritual Audiobook Novels & Stories

His scream shatters the air. "Think harder," Dominicus snarls. "R-ritual!" Thomas gasps between sobs. The word "ritual" hangs in the air like a curse. Around us, the Amadeus wolves shift restlessly, their low growls forming a discordant chorus. Dominicus's eyes glow brighter. "What kind of ritual requires hundreds of deaths?" When Thomas hesitates, bone cracks audibly as it starts to heal. His scream sends birds fleeing from nearby trees.

he leaned close licking the blood that came out of from the scratch I had earlier and with that he withdraw, stepping out of the lines. " now?" Shooting a smile he nodded and the ritual began but how is this right, am the only one that will be committed to him, he didn't take my blood the way am doing, he isn't going to die but I am, he isn't going to be reborn like I will be this isn't how the ritual works I can't die alone. My whole life has been broken and scattered because of this man I don't even know his name, this wicked and selfish man. ”I will never forgive you for this”. I yelled

He opened the Coffin to see Armageddon's true body. " Very well then, Shall we begin the ritual " . . . Meanwhile Inside the dark cave which burned with candle lights, Rick rested his back on his bed as he fixed his eyes on the book he is reading, He continued reading while Gigganormal and Rojo were busy sleeping non stop. " My Lord, someone demands your presence " One of Rick's Demons voiced out, Rick smiled as he dropped his book down,He closed his eyes for two minutes before he opened it, He just went back to see something in the past.

Another untied the ribbon at my waist, and a third unclasped the delicate necklace I hadn’t realized I was gripping so tightly. Panic started to rise, but Kelvin’s voice cut through it. “Breathe, Lauren.” Easy for him to say. The air smelled of burning herbs and something faintly metallic. The chamber beyond the robed figures flickered with candlelight, the floor marked with symbols similar to those on the walls. “This ritual,” the silver-haired man continued, “is a rite of passage for those who stand beside the Aldoracco name. You have been chosen, but you must prove yourself worthy.”

With my family, my friends, and my mates by my side, I was ready to face whatever the ritual had in store for me. The ritual chamber, dimly lit and heavy with the scent of burning incense, felt like an otherworldly realm as I lay in its center. The high priestess, her voice solemn and unwavering, began the incantation, her words weaving through the air like a tangible force. Around me, candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone. As the ritual progressed, a sense of foreboding grew within me. Cameron and Samuel, standing at the edge of the ceremonial circle, watched me with intense, worried gazes. Their presence was both a comfort and a reminder of what was at stake.

Raven nodded, though her heartbeat was too fast to steady herself. The circle closed. Elders began to chant in the old tongue, their voices weaving with the crackle of fire and the rush of wind until the air itself seemed to thrum. Symbols carved into the earth beneath Raven’s feet lit up, forming concentric rings that pulsed with silvery light. The ritual had begun. She gasped as her chest burned but the energy caught her body like invisible hands yanking her soul forward, dragging her into the truth of what she carried.

Arthur “Are you ready?“ Axel asks me. It has been exactly two days since we last met. Which meant tonight was the night we removed Aedan's imprint off me. We'd come deep into a secluded forest to get this over with. Regardless of not backing out because of the reason why I was going ahead with this, my mind still pondered heavily on Elder Kitly's words. What had he meant by that? Should I not go along with this? “Earth to Arthur“ Ivory called out, waving her hands in my face. “Are you ready?“ I nod. “I'm ready“ “Okay. Axel and I already got the required items needed for the blood ritual ceremony“ She reveals. “Did you do your part?“ “Yes“ I admit, pulling out a red neck chain and a bottle fi

If he failed… she didn’t dare let her mind go there. Behind them, Silas moved with quiet efficiency, drawing lines on the cold marble floor with crushed herbs and sacred ash. His movements were deliberate, precise—centuries of knowledge passed down for this exact purpose. The ritual was ancient and brutal, not just physically but mentally. Few ever survived it. But Rafael wasn’t like anyone Silas had ever trained before. “You must go in alone,” Silas said, not looking up from his work. “The ritual draws from your soul. Anyone who enters with you could either destroy the balance—or be destroyed themselves.”

I returned to the book, trying to find a way to avoid the consequences that followed the ritual, if there must be a ritual so dangerous, there ought to be a way to avoid the dangers involved, there ought to be a process or instructions given that would prevent one from dying if it meant following the instructions very carefully. "There ought to be something that mentions a way out, or a food that shouldn't be eaten during the process of the ritual, or even a herb to take or a spell to cast that could be used for protection." I got up from the bed and began to ransack through the books on my desk. "There has to be something," I muttered while opening a book and skimming through the pages but

“It's no fun when you’re stressed, Raven.” “And you talk too much when you’re useless,” I shot back, but there was no anger in my voice — just exhaustion. My eyes burned from hours of reading. Kai finally closed his book and rubbed his temple. “We’ve gone through half the shelves. Nothing useful yet.” “There has to be something,” I said quietly. “Something that explains how the Devil’s Ritual started.” The silence stretched. Then I turned another brittle page—and froze. My heart kicked hard in my chest. “Kai. Theo. I think I have found it.”