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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…”

“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.”

Cold like a tomb that had been sealed for centuries. In the center, on a stone table, lay a book. It was old, leather-bound, its pages yellowed and brittle. The symbols on the cover matched the symbols on the Kingslayer, on the rings, on the dagger from the chest. They pulsed faintly, as if the book was still alive. Lysander opened it. His honey eyes scanned the pages, moving faster and faster. His face grew pale. A ritual, he said. To unmake the shadow. Not bind it. Not transfer it. Unmake it. Permanently.

At least, until the bond killed us. "Five days," I said. "Five days," Kael agreed. The fire crackled. The baby slept. The silver lines glowed softly on our skin. Outside, wind howled through the trees. Like the world itself was restless. Like it knew something big was coming. I opened the book again. Kept reading about bonds and rituals and ancient magic. But one question kept nagging at me. Growing stronger with every page. If the baby was showing us how to complete the ritual – and his power was growing every day – what exactly would we become when the ritual was finished?

Soon, the air was clear of smoke and Amren immediately collapsed on the cold floor. Rhysand lay on the bed while Amren lay on the floor. The room quiets down after witnessing the forbidden ritual take place under their watch, the book of Resurrection on the table. Cold air blew into the room and flung open the chapters of the book, Witch Resurrection Dose. There the chapter of the book was written. "The Consequences of This Ritual is the exchange of the witch's life....INTERCHANGE OF DEATH AND LIFE....The Doer Dies, The Dead comes back to life"

To the way he seemed drawn, helpless against it. To the memory of his body in that bed. Our bed. I closed my eyes in resignation. I had to do it. “Tell me what to do.” ~~~~ The ritual began that night. The room was cleared. Salt lines drawn. Candles lit in a precise circle of thirteen, each one made of black wax laced with ash. The scroll lay open before me. The polished rune stone glowed faintly in the candlelight. “Sit,” Bibi Kamwe instructed. “And offer your blood.”

Ivan asked me to reread while he got his pens and paper to jot down notes so I could decipher what each word in the book meant. After another three hours, I finished reading and closed the third book. Then I glanced up at Ivan, who had a keen focus on the pages before him. “Is there something in there?” Aaron asked Ivan, who stayed silent on the study seat and only stared at the pages before him. “Yes, the book calls it For the Fallen. According to these books, there are three stages of completing The Ritual of the Fallen. The full moon mating, the lunar eclipse marking, and the crimson moon blood ritual.”

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.

"But first, I need to know more about this ritual. How does it work? What are the risks?" Callista nodded, her expression serious. "The ritual is called the 'Dragon's Breath'," she said. "It involves channeling my dragon fire into your body, which will then pass it on to your child. The fire will burn away any weakness or vulnerability, making your child strong and resilient." I listened intently, my mind racing with questions and concerns. "What are the risks?" I asked, my voice firm. Callista's eyes clouded over, her expression somber. "There's a chance that the ritual could go wrong," she said. "The dragon fire could consume you, or it could damage your child. There's also a chance that y

The Elders formed a circle and began chanting the ancient blessing. Kaelen looked at me, all apologetic. "You okay, honey?" "Focus," I reminded him. "Don't disappoint the Moon Goddess again." He grinned and took my hand. "Don't worry. I swear, I'll see this through with you this time." My 99th ceremony finally got underway without a hitch. The elder sprinkled sacred moonwater over our heads, and Kaelen leaned in, ready to give that all-important bite on my neck.