The Ritual Book Online Novels & Stories

Dark magic indeed, but I had come too far now to falter. With an apologetic whisper to any watching ancestors, I poured the substance across the safe's surface, completing the blasphemous ritual step-by-step just as Fox commanded. The engraved dragons appeared to twist and grimace in the flickering shadows. An agonizing minute crawled past. Then the sealed door swung open silently on oiled hinges. Shock rooted me in place briefly before I darted inside, scanning the shelves frantically. There, dusty and unremarkable - the Book of the Forgotten. Lore banned for the prophecies of chaos it contained. Exactly as promised.

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.”

My fingers lightly skimmed along the spines of the books until I finally found the section I needed. I pulled out a large, dusty tome that looked like it could have been dated a century back. I carefully carried it back over to one of the tables and began searching through it. Blood rituals were not only risky but also insanely picky when it came to the one who would be orchestrating it. Not everyone had the ability to perform said ritual. Those in high positions or with natural power had an easier time carrying out the practice. My eyes gingerly studied all the important markings and memorized the steps.

They were records that spoke of ancient wolf shamans and forgotten rituals. Back then she had merely been finding her roots, but now she was desperate. And desperate people often became dangerous. Her fingers brushed against the book's cover and the room immediately felt colder. For a brief moment, even Delilah hesitated. She was ambitious. Ruthless and Manipulative, but she wasn't foolish. Power always came with a price. Still… She opened the book and the pages shifted beneath her touch. Ancient symbols about dark rituals, binding spells and mind enchantments covered every page.

I suggest. Hikaru convinces me to take my dress and boots off for the ritual and slides the thigh highs off while kissing down my legs and then kisses my toes. We do the ritual in our underthings and when the energy surges through us, their erection grows even larger than I remember it being last night at the club. Each time I do the ritual it feels like the power surges higher and I feel more powerful than before. When we finish and we tie the third knot Hikaru looks at me and smiles. “My turn,” they say with an impish grin.

His scent lingered like storm-soaked earth, familiar and devastating all at once. But she didn’t look for him. She wouldn’t. This was the path she had chosen. Her heart could scream all it wanted; her feet would keep moving. The ritual space had been prepared with reverence. Freshly cut branches formed the ceremonial ring, their bark etched with the runes of union. Offerings from both packs had been placed at the center—blood-stone from Moonfall, silverleaf from Kai’s kin. Everything was in place. All that remained was the bond.

Daphne pointed out and we kept looking into the book page by page. Most of the rituals seemed innocent enough, unless you noticed the use of blood in almost all of them. Moon rituals were supposed to be peaceful, serene…not violent. But the rituals here, the ones we could decipher were mostly the ones that had to do with mating and new beginnings. But why would any of these rituals need blood? It was beyond me and my friends were of the same sentiment. “Shit.” I whispered as I turned the page. “There are pages missing” Some pages right towards the end were ripped out and not in a neat way either. Large chunks of paper were still sticking to the bind and I felt sorry for this inanimate object

He dismissed his comm unit, turning his attention to a small, hidden satchel he carried for emergencies. He pulled out a leather-bound book, its pages brittle with age, filled with forbidden lore and arcane symbols. Days blurred into a frantic search as he poured over the texts, his mind racing to find an answer, any answer. He needed to understand. He needed to fix her. He emerged from his solitary research, his face etched with exhaustion but alight with desperate hope. He held the ancient book open, pointing to a fading inscription. "There's an old ritual," he announced, his voice strained but firm. "To cleanse the spirit. To sever dark bonds, to purge corrupted power. It's dangerous, but

If her magic reached its full potential too quickly, even I might struggle to control the outcome. That possibility irritated me more than it frightened me. I rose from the throne again and walked toward the ancient bookshelf hidden behind the ritual chamber. My fingers brushed across several old spell books before stopping on one bound in black leather. The Blood Ritual. Forbidden magic. Dangerous magic. Exactly what I needed. One of the witches looked alarmed the moment she saw the book. “My Queen… that ritual was banned generations ago.” “Because lesser witches feared its power,” I replied. “The ritual requires direct connection to the target,” the witch warned carefully. “And if anything