Novel & Cerita The Ritual Free Book

Relief makes my shoulders relax. Once again, I read through the text. One thing is for sure: it mentions a ritual. Not exactly a sacrifice, but there's definitely something to do with blood and a union of blood. I rack my brain, trying to figure out what exactly the last passage says. Because the ink is so thick, the letters seem a bit smudged. I lean away from it, looking at a distance, and finally realize the letter in one word isn't what I think it is. It clicks in my head.

"The following ritual has been used successfully to break through mental barriers preventing full transformation..." A ritual. There was a ritual that could fix me. I read the instructions carefully. It seemed simple enough. Just some herbs, a few words, and moonlight. I could do this tonight. Right fucking now. I grabbed the book and the candle, creeping out of the scroll room. The compound was quiet. Everyone was probably asleep, except maybe those on guarding duty, but not around this area as it was the inner part of the compound. Perfect. I made my way to the small garden behind the main building. The moon was full overhead, casting everything in silver light.

“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 It’s probably outdated!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

I swallowed and reached out, running my fingers along the soft leather. The book just sat there, silent, like any normal book. There was no glow, no tingle, no sense of magic now that the moon had slipped below the horizon in the wake of dawn. And yet, I couldn’t help but flinch back as I touched it. No. This ritual was dark magic, and it was not to be trifled with. I had no desire to bind a spirit, even my dead twin sister’s spirit, to my unborn child. I didn’t know the consequences, or whether the baby that would be born would even really be mine anymore.

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.

And everything had changed. I pushed myself against the desk. My wolf soul was convulsing from the pain, and I could barely stand. Lawson glanced at the wound on my arm and said, "If you hadn't touched him, he wouldn't have bitten you. Samson has always had a good temper." He went to get the herbs wanting to treat my wound. Then, he sighed. "Our bonding ceremony is next month. Don't show up with a mark like that." I turned away and steadied my breathing. Then, I walked toward the door.

A way to fight back even from within the ritual circle itself. But the book was frustratingly vague on the specifics. How exactly did you invert the ritual? What was the mechanism? The timing? I needed more information. I stood and moved back to the shelves, pulling out more books from the dark magic defense section. "Advanced Ritual Manipulation." "Turning the Blade: Using Dark Magic Against Itself." "The Art of Sacrifice: When Death Becomes Weapon." Hours passed as I read, making notes, trying to piece together the puzzle my mother had left for me. The cuts on my feet and arms stung, my body ached with so much tiredness, but I couldn't stop. I didn't dare stop.

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.

Most of them were written in tongues long forgotten, but I was looking for one thing, the Severing Ritual. “Middle shelf. Left corner,” Keiran whispered. I followed her guidance, pulling out a heavy, black-bound book with silver runes crawling across its surface. The moment my fingers touched it, the book pulsed, like a heartbeat. My skin prickled. “This has to be it,” I murmured. I opened it to a page marked with a crimson thread. The spell was there, a ritual older than the royal bloodline. A way to sever a bond not by rejection, but by force. By darkness. By blood.

I had to garner enough powers so that I could kill Wang… His lease of life was f****** over… I was willing to do anything to get the blessings of Lord Ra… I had to perform the Imbibe Ritual… I ran straight to Eric’s room and took out the book of rituals. I turned to the page which stated the steps to perform this ritual. I read through the steps as fast as I could. I needed the stand with the three Alexarts to perform the ritual. Damn! Where had Alex kept the Alexarts now!?