Novel & Cerita The Ritual Book Online

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.

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.

If you've enjoyed following Selene's jouney so far, I wold like to invite you to continue with her as she explores what it means to be an incarnation of the moon goddess in "Rite of Power" I am posting it as it's own story and until it passes through the application stage, the only way to add it to your library is through the mobile and PC website for Goodnovel. I have already posted the first 3 chapters and will be contining to post 3 chapters a week, one each on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.

I swallowed and reached out, running my fingers along the soft leather. The book just sat there, silent, like any normal book. There was no glow, no tingle, no sense of magic now that the moon had slipped below the horizon in the wake of dawn. And yet, I couldn’t help but flinch back as I touched it. No. This ritual was dark magic, and it was not to be trifled with. I had no desire to bind a spirit, even my dead twin sister’s spirit, to my unborn child. I didn’t know the consequences, or whether the baby that would be born would even really be mine anymore.

" I laughed as Callum hauled Kira off. The idiots in the Purple Moon pack were blind to the true nature of the situation. They believed that control and power were at play here. However, it went well beyond that. I went to my quarters, where an old book was open on a table. Its pages were chock full of spells and symbols that would have most wolves scratching their heads. However, I comprehended every word. With a whisper, "Soon," I turned the pages in my hand. "Soon, the ritual will be complete." My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled. Glancing in, Mia appeared anxious. "Elder Rovin, I'm unsure about something. Something feels off about this."

“I have been reading this book for three days, and nowhere do I find a mention of the incarnation ritual. If Carl wanted it for an incarnation ritual, then where is it?” Lilia keeps her phone aside and says, “Maybe it’s there under some other name? Maybe the name incarnation ritual is relatively modern, and it was known as something else earlier.” “Yeah, I thought so too. But the way Damion described the ritual the first time, includes the three ingredients and the sacrifice of werewolves. I can see the mention of the three ingredients here, although I haven’t read all the details. But I have flicked through the entire book and no illustration or word mentions werewolves or their sacrifice.

It was a perfect match. Hand shaking, she read the complete text for the first time. It was all in Latin, and the words lined up perfectly. She read the ritual again and again. As she did, she felt in every pore of her body that this was genuine. For the first time, her heart filled with hope. Here it was, right before her eyes. A way to save her daughter. With a twinge of guilt, Caitlin delicately tore the half page out of the book, placing it in her folder with the other half of the page. She set the book down, picked up her bag, and hurried across the room to the stone wall, banging on it.

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.

I picked up another book. The second book I picked, Spells of the Wild: Mystical Incantations for Shape-Shifters," was boldly written on it. Seeing that spell on top of the book piqued my interest. I flipped the first page of the book; it was empty, as was the second page. It was until the last page that I found: do you want to delve into enchantments that blur the lines between human and beast, rituals that harness the magic of transformation, and secrets of the wild waiting to be unlocked? Look for moonlight enchantments. Isn’t this kind of crazy? I had thought I would be able to find something helpful here, and now it was referring to checking for some other book. Where do I find that?

Father had set up everything I needed, and even provided me with instructions on how to complete the ritual. I lifted the scrap of paper and read the first line at the top. Father’s handwriting was both elegant and neat. Once the ritual has been completed the ink on this paper will fade to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. Remember our family moto, Ophelia, and let it guide you. Holding his words close to heart I began working on the ritual. The bowl of grey, murky liquid was actually water blessed beneath the full moon mixed with the ashes of a murderer. Humming under my breath, I began to add the shards of bone and black salt to the mix.