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"They needed the connection, Raven. They were lonely." "Like us," I said. Merek nodded. He turned toward a large, iron-bound book sitting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room. It was the book he’d been looking at when I walked in. "The ritual I found..." he said, his voice returning to its usual rustle. "It is not a seal for the mine, Raven. It is a seal for the mountain itself." I walked over to the book. The pages were made of thin, silver, etched with runes that seemed to move as I looked at them.

Those memories made up the best time of her life. Without turning around, she continued her explanation, "No one can use the book of Mageia except you. But even without the book, you began conducting the ritual with just a page. And thanks to you, you will no longer be needed for the ritual. You already showed me all the spells that I needed to use. You know, I could burn the book if I wished to." "Y…y…" Lila took a step back in shock.

Only this one was older, broken in places. On it lay a book, open, covered in dust. I hesitated, before walking towards it then I reached for it, brushing the surface with my hand. The pages were worn but the writing was still clear. I leaned closer, squinting at the faded letters. My lips moved before I even realized it. “Blood Moon Ritual… the one who completes it shall bear the King’s Mark,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “And with it shall possess power to command every wolf king no matter how powerful they are.”

Black future, large black skull with a glass tabletop, bookshelf’s that looked like coffins, and Blood Red Pentagram in the middle of the room. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well, yeah, the way you’re going to summoning your demon tonight. By the way, here is the book you’re going to need for the ritual.” The book was an old leather book, that I was almost afraid to touch it. As he hands the book to me that I looked through it to see so many odd writings of things that just made no sense to me. Before I knew it that Aaron turns the pages to show me a page with a Pentagram on it with more handwriting.

“It sounds less like wishing and more like an intense willing. This book seems to indicate that you must will it enough that you don’t need to put it into words, because rituals don’t understand spoken language—just your emotions, your desires. And there’s always a price, as well—lost limbs, organs, aging, even a life. Apparently, the only way to get around that is to do a separate ritual to establish a sacrifice, a sort of proxy, though even creating this proxy can cost you.” Loretta scowled. “That book’s ancient. It’s probably outdated! Hell with it, I’m giving it a try.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked. Now that I’d read the books, I was not so eager for Loretta to attempt this

In a seated position, ground down through the hips and allow just the rib cage to shift. do the ritual carefully, with your total dedication. failure in any step may ruin the ritual and root out your existence. The last line gave me creeps. This was the last page of the book. Two lines concludes the book. They were written in bold and I know it was author’s note. If you succeeds in summoning any deity, never tell them how you summon them. They hate to being summoned and will most likely destroy the source you reached through to them. Not to mention my name in front of them.

the man on chairs with many clock said. " why? what is the book?" Gao Yu asked. " I can't fully involve myself on things concerning human, I can decide to help out from the shadows but to actively fight humans fight is what I can't do, you got everything needed for the quest so I choose you. the ritual that happen years ago that you where involved in wasn't just an easy one, most of you was use to prepare as a house for something scarier than you thought, the resented still residing in the body of all those used for the ritual is nothing compared to what you guys are used to prepare for, I hope Thanatos and Isekai can stop all but in case they don't I hope you clean up those that manage to c

"He said he's betrayed his mate. I never knew he had found his mate." "I see." I move into the library, mumbling to myself. "Can you tell Ava to come here? I don't want her far from me in this confusing palace." "Okay, Mr. D," Zulu replies obediently. Listening to Zulu's footsteps fade away, I walk through the library, scanning the shelves in search of the book of names. It is a particular book that helps summon demons, granting them the power to serve and obey. This book will be crucial in the upcoming war, giving the dragons an advantage over the vampires. However, not just anyone can use this book. It usually only accepts women, women with kind and innocent souls, women that demons will c

Tonight, she would not kneel. Tonight, she would sever the cord between herself and the god who’d named her instrument and called it mercy. She glanced down at Ansel’s journal, lying open at the edge of the circle, its pages warped and blood-stained, the inked warnings curling with the damp. She’d found the ritual described in a margin—half prayer, half curse, wholly forbidden. The kind of rite meant to be cast in desperation, when no other doors remained. To unbind what is divine, the faded script whispered, offer not only yourself. Offer your belief, as witnessed by another who would die for your fire.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.