The Ritual Book Review Novels & Stories

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

The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy. The first time I saw it, I shut it so fast. But then I opened it and stared for a full minute until my thighs pressed together. The texts in the book aren’t written in English. I translated the text through three different apps, then realized it was a summoning ritual for a demon of lust. It requires spoken words, a willing participant, and one drop of blood on the page. I've always been the girl who checks the occult section first in every bookstore, so honestly it was only a matter of time before I di

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.

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

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.

And it was then that the name of the ritual echoed in my skull like a curse. The Rite of Dominion. They were performing The Rite of Dominion.

Louis stated, moving closer to look at the book as well “There must be something in there that you need to find.” “Something about rituals…” I murmured to myself, my mind starting to race as I walked over to a table, setting the old book down as I began to leaf through its long index, some pages almost falling out as I touched them “Celebrations after the birth of cubs… Offerings to the Goddess… Feast after the harvest…”

And in the center… a single book lay open as if waiting. My heart pounded. I approached slowly. The title glowed faintly: Rituals of Primordial Balance My fingers trembled as I read. When opposing forces inhabit one vessel, equilibrium may be achieved through Separation of Essence. I froze. Separation? I kept reading. The vessel may divide power willingly, preserving balance by sacrificing personal existence within the physical realm. My breath caught. Sacrifice. Not death. Something worse. Erasure.

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

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.