The Ritual Booktok の小説・ストーリー

It is lit only by the 13 red candles that surround the offering table. "Let's begin." Barend was shirtless. He handed the black-bound magic book in his hand to Abelard, and approached the offering table. In his right hand was a sharp dagger ready to rip the woman's skin. Abelard watched the ritual from the other end of the room. Every now and then he frowned in disgust at the ritual procession which he thought was strange and unreasonable. From the moment he received the black book from Leon, he had read it to the end before giving it to Barend. The contents of the so-called demon-summoning book were astonishing.

"They needed the connection, Raven. They were lonely." "Like us," I said. Merek nodded. He turned toward a large, iron-bound book sitting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room. It was the book he’d been looking at when I walked in. "The ritual I found..." he said, his voice returning to its usual rustle. "It is not a seal for the mine, Raven. It is a seal for the mountain itself." I walked over to the book. The pages were made of thin, silver, etched with runes that seemed to move as I looked at them.

The only way out was by getting my memories back and I needed to get them back fast. “Tell me about the rituals.” I asked her one last time. “I already saw the ones that suggested a new beginning and start of a new life or new relationship. I’m guessing the relationship part is the reason why Andre was interested in letting me know about the ritual. But there were pages torn inside the book and I want to know what they held.” Ezra looked at the fireplace once more, watching the last of the pages turn into ash as the fires consumed them greedily. I felt at a loss, like so much information, so much knowledge had just gone to waste.

“The second is through relics. Objects touched by your former self, or tied to the power you once wielded, may call memories forward.” Her gaze drifted to the old book resting in Zoe’s lap. “The Book of Life is one such relic.” Then a third finger. “The final way is through ritual.” Zoe leaned forward slightly. “What kind of ritual?” The priestess’s expression darkened. “A dangerous one,” Zack spoke for the first time since sitting down. “How dangerous?”

" I laughed as Callum hauled Kira off. The idiots in the Purple Moon pack were blind to the true nature of the situation. They believed that control and power were at play here. However, it went well beyond that. I went to my quarters, where an old book was open on a table. Its pages were chock full of spells and symbols that would have most wolves scratching their heads. However, I comprehended every word. With a whisper, "Soon," I turned the pages in my hand. "Soon, the ritual will be complete." My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled. Glancing in, Mia appeared anxious. "Elder Rovin, I'm unsure about something. Something feels off about this."

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.

"Are we ready for the ritual?" "The f uck! Is this some shit joke?!" Timothy still had an energy to yell at us but he was failing to free himself from the tight grip of the rope around his torso. "What do you want from me?!" "Repeat after me, my bunnies," Khloe gave her cue, opening her ancient book with one hand while spreading her other arm upfront like she had psychic powers or something. "Oh lord of cock, we gathered here to witness the mass of your glory and fulfill our duty as your children whose only goal is to give you a bloody sacrifice. A sacrifice that you will harness in the depths of darkness."

"When the fire takes, the bond breaks. But only if danced in truth. Only under stars that forget." I read it a dozen times before I dared believe it. I’d searched through that ancient book for nights—its leather binding cracked, its words in a blend of Latin, old English, and something else. Something older. Until now, all I’d found were warnings and spells for binding, not freeing. But this… This was different. It was a ritual. A release. A possible end to the chain Ethan and I had been dragged into—a chain forged by Blackwell men and sealed by sacrificed brides.

"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

“There’s a ritual that could stabilize the bond between you and Rigel.” “That’s great, isn’t it?” I said, though her tone suggested otherwise. “It’s not simple,” she replied, flipping open the book to reveal a page covered in intricate runes. “The ritual demands a sacrifice—either your freedom, binding you completely to Rigel, or his life force, which could weaken him permanently, maybe even kill him.” The air seemed to grow colder as her words settled over me. “There’s no other way?” I asked, my voice trembling. She shook her head. “This bond wasn’t meant to exist, Daniel. It’s unnatural. Dangerous. It’s already starting to consume both of you.”