The Ritual Booktok Novels & Stories

The quality of a person watching someone they love do something large and choosing not to diminish it by trying to stop it. "Alright," he said. "Then we do it right." She went back to the workshop. She opened the old book to the ritual description and read it carefully, once more, for the seventh time. The working was not as large as the final session on Sera had been. It was different in character — not the sustained grinding displacement work of weeks and weeks, but something more like a formal declaration, a releasing. The healer's gift as witness and vehicle, the forgiveness and acknowledgment as the actual mechanism, the blood as the seal.

If I could get my hands on the secret behind raising a Deathfeign Parasite, I was going to strike it rich. Forget substitute-bride jobs and ritual services. I’d never have to live like an overworked laborer again. I pressed tightly against his chest, our bodies tangled together, even my legs wrapped around his. “Blake Hall, look! My Revival Worm is about to eat your Deathfeign Parasite alive!” I kept rambling nonstop beside his ear. After who knew how long, I suddenly heard the faintest sigh beside me. “Why… did you stop calling me ‘Your Majesty’…”

Rita muttered, collapsing onto the couch beside Pru, who wordlessly handed her a bowl of oatmeal drizzled with honey. "You look better," Pru observed. "I feel better," Rita admitted, spooning a bite into her mouth. "But I still don’t know what’s wrong with me." Freda snapped her book shut. "Which is why we’re doing the ritual tonight." Rita blinked. "What ritual?" "The coven ritual," Pru said, as if it were obvious. "We’ve been talking about it for weeks." "But—we haven’t known each other that long," Rita said slowly. Freda’s gaze was steady. "Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us."

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.

“The Hollow makes the rules.” Later that night, Autumn sat in the ritual room, the air thick with an unsettling stillness, illuminated only by the flickering candles that cast shaky shadows on the walls. The ancient Book lay open before her, whispering of forbidden knowledge, as she placed the coin delicately at the center of a page, its presence radiating an unnatural energy.

she said. Ren’s gaze snapped to her, his wolf instantly alert. “What did you find?” She held up a small, leather-bound book, its pages worn and fragile. “It’s an old text, older than the prophecy book. It talks about breaches in the veil and the magic that seeps through. There’s a ritual described here - something meant to contain the darkness.” Ren frowned, crossing his arms. “What kind of ritual?” Elena hesitated, her gaze dropping to the book. “It requires the blood of the awakened,” she said quietly.

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.”

Rios placed his palm on the book, and one by one, the bosses rose from their high-backed chairs, their footsteps echoing as they moved to perform the ritual before formally going into session. Kenji Takahashi bowed stiffly before placing his hand on the cover. Rika followed quickly. Next to her was Vittorino Mancini, who muttered something in Italian under his breath and kissed two fingers before pressing them to the spine of the book. Luca Bellanti grunted and followed suit. Then Gabriel Fonseca approached slowly, crossed himself, and whispered a blessing that sounded more like a curse because of his language. Meanwhile, Catalina Cabrerra didn't speak.

Black future, large black skull with a glass tabletop, bookshelf’s that looked like coffins, and Blood Red Pentagram in the middle of the room. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well, yeah, the way you’re going to summoning your demon tonight. By the way, here is the book you’re going to need for the ritual.” The book was an old leather book, that I was almost afraid to touch it. As he hands the book to me that I looked through it to see so many odd writings of things that just made no sense to me. Before I knew it that Aaron turns the pages to show me a page with a Pentagram on it with more handwriting.

In a seated position, ground down through the hips and allow just the rib cage to shift. do the ritual carefully, with your total dedication. failure in any step may ruin the ritual and root out your existence. The last line gave me creeps. This was the last page of the book. Two lines concludes the book. They were written in bold and I know it was author’s note. If you succeeds in summoning any deity, never tell them how you summon them. They hate to being summoned and will most likely destroy the source you reached through to them. Not to mention my name in front of them.