The Ritual Free Book Novels & Stories

"The notes mention possible side effects. Energy fluctuations. Unpredictable manifestations of power." "I don't care about danger. I care about keeping you safe." Before I could respond, the tent flap opened. Lucas walked in without announcement. His expression shifted from neutral to concerned as he took in the herbs spread across the table, the open diary, the serious atmosphere. "What's going on?" he asked. "Ken mentioned something about a ritual." "The Ritual of Moonfire," I explained. "A ceremony to enhance royal bloodline abilities. I'm performing it on the full moon."

And I know of a way to produce the necessary amount of magical energy: the Blood Ritual. It is a banned ritual, highly taboo. I would have never even known about it, if it weren’t for all the books Ann used to smuggle from the Forbidden Section of the library. The ritual needs blood of two magical beings. It also needs to be performed when both the Altairain moons are full. I will of course be offering my blood. And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood.

The Binding. A cold sweat prickled my skin as I reached the page. The ritual, fueled by the Awakening's celestial energies, could tether a disembodied soul to a living host. It didn’t mention exactly what happened to the original soul, but I had a feeling that Selene didn’t care either way. This had to be the plan. Blood of same Anchored in light My stomach turned. I pulled out my phone to snap pictures of the whole ritual. If I knew the signs, maybe I could figure out a way to disrupt it. Hadn’t Lucian told me that ritual work was delicate? One wrong thing could change everything.

“Speak your will, and let it guide you. When the moment comes, the ritual will answer.” Even though the fire and ritual had not yet been performed, I knew the moment would come tonight, under the full moon, when the purification would be complete and the books would burn completely. I would wait for the moon to rise, for the right moment to make it real, and when it did, nothing would remain between me and the life I wanted. Nothing would stand in the way of holding Ari without fear, of living among others without danger, and of loving Kael without risking anyone’s safety.

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.”

“Kellina do you know how to do this?” I nodded, “Yes, I believe so.” I extended my hand out and she cut into my hand it was strange how even though there was pain it was more curiosity. I did the same as Rogan allowing the blood to drip into the bowl. Sarah said some small chant then looked up at the moon goddess and down back into the bowl. She looked back up at us both grinning... Then turning to the crowd, “It is confirmed!” More cheers and Sarah stepped to the side. “It is my honor as your Red Priestesses to present to you all the future Alpha and Luna!”

“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 have been reading this book for three days, and nowhere do I find a mention of the incarnation ritual. If Carl wanted it for an incarnation ritual, then where is it?” Lilia keeps her phone aside and says, “Maybe it’s there under some other name? Maybe the name incarnation ritual is relatively modern, and it was known as something else earlier.” “Yeah, I thought so too. But the way Damion described the ritual the first time, includes the three ingredients and the sacrifice of werewolves. I can see the mention of the three ingredients here, although I haven’t read all the details. But I have flicked through the entire book and no illustration or word mentions werewolves or their sacrifice.

“I don’t want you to go through with this. You’re the last thing I have left… don’t leave me.” His words struck deep, igniting a fire inside me that threatened to burn me from within. My heart ached for him, for the boy he had been, for the man he was becoming. But this… this was a greater purpose. It had to be. We had both been broken by the past, shaped by circumstances that we could not change. This was the only way to be free. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, gathering every ounce of strength. Then I raised the book high above my head, ready to begin the ritual that would either save us or destroy everything we had.

Tonight, she would not kneel. Tonight, she would sever the cord between herself and the god who’d named her instrument and called it mercy. She glanced down at Ansel’s journal, lying open at the edge of the circle, its pages warped and blood-stained, the inked warnings curling with the damp. She’d found the ritual described in a margin—half prayer, half curse, wholly forbidden. The kind of rite meant to be cast in desperation, when no other doors remained. To unbind what is divine, the faded script whispered, offer not only yourself. Offer your belief, as witnessed by another who would die for your fire.