The Ritual Book Online Novels & Stories

They’d need to gather what they needed for the ritual and still perform it. Gemma’s hands shook, and she glanced at Evan as she opened the book. The writing was clear even for the age and weathered look of the pages. The pages yellowed to a golden shade, buttery soft, with a slightly brittle feel to them. “Well, if the first pages tell us anything. It’s a grimoire. If the title of the first page means anything. A blessing for propagation tells me it’s what we’re looking for.” “Blessing for propagation? What does that do?” Evan frowned in confusion.

The first time someone had chosen him. His hand found Rhydian's. "I know what to offer," Kael said quietly. --- They prepared for the ritual that night. The book was placed at the center of a circle of candles. Seraphine traced symbols on the floor, her movements precise and deliberate. Aion stood at the edge of the circle, his ancient voice chanting words that had not been spoken for millennia. Kael stood at the center, Rhydian beside him. "Are you sure about this?" Rhydian asked.

It wasn’t some printed or typed book—it was handwritten in an old book. And Alex, I slightly read through, so you knew the book was written like the author was telling her life story or experience. “Ray, the book has no copy. It was written in an old book, and it had all the histories of werewolves and vampires and supernatural creatures all together.” Ray seemed to understand everything now. There was a mystery about Kehlani Richardson, Anthony’s sister, and that book would help them uncover how the Blood for Power Ritual works and it may help them in stopping Duke before he succeeds in the ritual.

This was the place where her enchantment anchored Azriel’s mind. I stepped inside and closed the entrance behind me. My breath came out shaky, but I steadied myself. There was no turning back now. Naomi’s spellbook was clutched in my hand, the pages marked with the ritual of unbinding. I placed it on the altar and took out the few ingredients I had carried with me, herbs for clarity, moonstone dust for purification, a vial of my own blood, and most importantly, the ring. My hands trembled as I poured the blood into the centre of the carved circle.

I couldn’t have the both of them fighting again. “Will you two cut it out? I will do the ritual regardless. Just let me do this.” I pushed past the both of them and stepped onto the lawn with the book in my hand. The bright red moon glowed and it's beam bathed the lawn in an eriee light. I opened the book and a sinister wind blew. I exhaled. Here goes nothing. I bent down and picked up a stick and drew a crude circle around me. At equal intervals, I drew a triangle and soon I was in the middle of a circle with three triangles, with one of their vertices pointed at me.

But the look in his eyes… It seemed so sincere. I took a deep breath, ignoring the burning feeling of a warning in my stomach. This situation may be incredibly unusual, and I may not know enough of what was at play here, but… I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. “Okay,” I told Christopher, looking at him with determination. “Okay, I’ll do it. Help me perform the ritual.” Christopher’s face broke out into a smile, and he nodded enthusiastically. Setting the book on the ground, he reached into the opened wooden house and pulled out some large, powdery, white sticks that looked sort of like chalk and handed them to me. I took them, and my hands turned white from the powder.

Hunter crossed his arms tightly. “So the psychotic void exile potentially has access to the spirit world now.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Chaos muttered. Hunter stared at him flatly. “It is bad.” Queen Genoviva looked deeply troubled. “The spirit realm is unstable enough already.” I frowned slightly. “What does the book do?” Order answered immediately. “It contains ancient transition rituals.” Cold spread through me instantly. Transition. Transformation. Ascension. Power transfer. The possibilities hit all at once. Chaos looked furious now.

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

The Binding. A cold sweat prickled my skin as I reached the page. The ritual, fueled by the Awakening's celestial energies, could tether a disembodied soul to a living host. It didn’t mention exactly what happened to the original soul, but I had a feeling that Selene didn’t care either way. This had to be the plan. Blood of same Anchored in light My stomach turned. I pulled out my phone to snap pictures of the whole ritual. If I knew the signs, maybe I could figure out a way to disrupt it. Hadn’t Lucian told me that ritual work was delicate? One wrong thing could change everything.