The Ritual Booktok Novels & Stories

Their magic burns low but steady between them, a connection I can actually see shimmering in the air like heat waves. Chris keeps watch with his back pressed against mine, the tip of his sword just barely twitching like it's sensing a heartbeat we can't hear. Caelan and Ilsa kneel across from me. The forest reflects in their eyes like the world is a dream they half-remember, and maybe it is. And I’m the idiot with the book that doesn't have any names in it. The fire in the center of the ritual ring burns blue-gold, licking higher than any natural flame should.

Not his name—names change—but the design does not. Ritual schematics unfurl across cracked parchment and living glass tablets, diagrams etched in ink so dark it drinks the light. Circles within circles. Anchor points marked with symbols I recognize with a sick lurch in my stomach. A conduit. A nexus. A bonded core. Me. Vivia’s breath stutters as she reads, fingers hovering just above the page like she’s afraid it might bite. The ritual is elegant in the way only monsters design things—no wasted motion, no unnecessary cruelty. Just efficiency.

He gave her a hard deadpan expression and she almost broke into laughter. He gently lifted her off his lap, but the contact alone sent a jolt through him, she saw it in the way his jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low. “This is a consecrated place.” “I came for guidance,” she lied sweetly, waving the book in her hand. “Religious guidance.” He blinked at the titles. Ancient Binding Rituals. The Wolf and His Chosen. Celibacy: A Guide.

The room gets hit with wind and pressure, like the air's being ripped apart. My restraints bust apart. And in the middle of it all Floating, burning I feel like I'm splitting in two. I'm me. But also There's something else. Something big. Something means. Something that knows Aurek's voice – his roar echoing – and answers back without even thinking. My eyes open all the way. And I know: The ritual isn't to make something. It's to let it loose. I smell her before I see her. It’s not her, though not warm, steady, grounding.

She had never seen the book in her life. "I don't—" But Maeven stopped her with an upraised hand. I see," she said. "Ink in this book is a ritual for temple rituals. It's only something a high-ranking witch would be allowed to use. The same ink that disappeared three nights before." The onlookers started murmuring. Mark and Lark exchanged glances across the yard. Maeven slowly turned the book over, presenting the eyes gathered there to rest upon the heavy ceremonial ink and jagged markings within.

I kept reading. Then I stopped. My eyes landed on a passage near the middle of the book. The text described a ritual. A way to enter the throne room of a supreme being without being summoned. But it required something. A piece of the person you wanted to reach. A strand of hair. A drop of blood. Something connected to them. I smiled slowly. I had that. I had everything. Aurelian's body, his blood, his face, his memories. It was all mine. I placed the book on the desk and stepped back. I closed my eyes and focused. The air around me began to shift. The temperature dropped. The light in the room dimmed.

Jordan said already going through his book. “What's this book about?” Ashley said looking at the strange things on the book. “It's history about all the goddesses and their special dragons, I and Damian will read the books concerning the unification of blood ritual its mostly about spells so we need to be careful not to read it out Damian” Jordan said and Damian nodded in understanding. “Louis and Ashley will read about Goddess Rwanda, Tasha and Juliette about Goddess Thea” Jordan said pausing for a while. “What about us?” William said referring to him and Randall.

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.

I finally answer before turning back to the remaining members, now waiting to be bitten. "Line up. Beta Garret and I will be administering the bites. We have never done it before, and we have no idea how it will feel for the person receiving it, but it is a gift meant for human mates, so it can't be too bad," I order, and the members split. Most go to Garret's line, and my fury only grows. "Let's get this over with," I growl before jumping off the stage and approaching the first person.

“It sounds less like wishing and more like an intense willing. This book seems to indicate that you must will it enough that you don’t need to put it into words, because rituals don’t understand spoken language—just your emotions, your desires. And there’s always a price, as well—lost limbs, organs, aging, even a life. Apparently, the only way to get around that is to do a separate ritual to establish a sacrifice, a sort of proxy, though even creating this proxy can cost you.” Loretta scowled. “That book’s ancient. It’s probably outdated! Hell with it, I’m giving it a try.” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked. Now that I’d read the books, I was not so eager for Loretta to attempt this