The Ritual Book Review Novels & Stories

Eva’s POV I was sitting on my bed, leaning against the headrest. My fingers clenched against the edges of the Ancient Book Of Rituals as I read the procedure for the Phoenix Ritual for the umpteenth time. My brain and turned blank. It was as if I was reading the words but nothing was going into my brain. I felt like I was forgetting more and more. I slammed the book shut in frustration. I was feeling a bit restless and uncertain. What if something went wrong? What if we missed some part of the ritual and ended up plunging the world into more misery and darkness. Was it worth the risk?

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

"I sit in its presence now, knowing that this is where I shall take my final breaths. Before I leap from the cliff in the ultimate sacrifice, I must ensure that the dark secrets of this place never again see the blessed light of day. I have found a way to erase the profane ritual from the pages of this tome, and I shall leave it here to disappear the next time this place vanishes. Forgive me, Lord, for my many offenses." That was where the passage ended. Lyda was breathless. Even after everything she learned about the Spirits in the past, she never thought she would come across something like this. She turned the page in haste. However, the last few pages in the book were blank. What was mor

He looked like a man ready to work. “Take anything relevant,” he ordered the guards softly. “Take ten books each. Find anything on the goddess lines, on remarkable gifts, and on old healer rites. Start now.” We dispersed quickly, hands skimming spines and pulling out volumes. My fingers found a thin book with cracked leather. Its title was faded, written in English from an old time. I opened it and scanned. Pages moved. It was slower work than I thought; some books were full of ritual and nothing more.

Aurelian sat in the dim light of his study, the forbidden book open before him. Its pages were brittle, its ink faded, its words written in a hand that had been dead for centuries. He had deciphered it. Not all of it—no one could decipher all of it—but enough. Enough to understand. Enough to act. The ritual required three things. A willing vessel. A blood link. A sacrifice of equal weight. He had the vessel. He would be the vessel. He had the blood link. His blood, poured in a bowl on his desk, dark and thick and waiting. He had the sacrifice. He would be the sacrifice.

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.

They sat like that for a while, shoulders touching, diary open between them. Raven reached for the black tome she’d left on the nightstand the night before. She had been studying the final sections late into the previous evening—the most dangerous rites, the ones that bound not just flesh but will, not just bodies but souls. Pages filled with warnings written in silver ink that seemed to pulse faintly when she stared too long. Victoria watched her turn the pages, expression thoughtful. After a moment she took the diary again and wrote: *We have a vast library here.*

“I don’t know. We brought it up to you to find out if you have seen something like it. I have not personally seen such a thing performed. Selena, do you see potential in this ritual?” She had remained silent during this exchange. “What got my attention was how the elements were balanced. Maybe it will help distribute the energy better,” she said, pointing towards the sketch in the book. “Can you read this?” Lamont asked her, pointing to the handwritten notes on the opposite page. “A little. It is about how to work the ritual,” she said, twisting her head to take a better look. “Great. If you guys could collaborate and copy what you can into something that we can read,” Lamont requested and m

"Who are you?" "I am the First." "The first what?" "The first Crimson Priestess." My knees nearly buckled. "You carry both bloodlines." "I don't understand." "You will." She lifted her hand. Behind her... The mountain split open. An enormous underground kingdom stretched farther than I could see. Thousands of wolves. Ancient temples. Crystal rivers. Libraries. Gardens growing beneath glowing stones. "This kingdom sleeps." "What kingdom?" "It waits for you." The woman touched my forehead. "When your mate remembers..."

I just saw him did this kind of thing, maybe Siva is the only one who can make him do it. A few moments more, her some kind of ritual ended. The book landed on Zachary's table in her command. And then it opens by itself. The moment we saw what is written on it, we understand what the book was pointing at. "Black Magic of the Sorcerers. Wow, you mean what is written on it is full of magic?" Hunter asked.