Novel & Cerita The Ritual Free Book

“Think about it. The spell could give you your life back. Your real scent. Your real self. No more voices. No more echoes.” I stared at him. “And what price? Another ritual? More blood magic? I have had enough of your help.” He backed toward the shelves. “Keep the book. Read it when you are alone. The choice is yours. But the binding will finish soon if you do nothing.” I watched him slip away between the tall rows of books. My hands still shook holding the ancient text. The man who had performed the ritual on my unconscious body had just offered me a way out. The library felt too quiet now. I sat down heavily at the table. The book sat in front of me like a trap wrapped in hope. Lorne Voss

Aurelian sat in the dim light of his study, the forbidden book open before him. Its pages were brittle, its ink faded, its words written in a hand that had been dead for centuries. He had deciphered it. Not all of it—no one could decipher all of it—but enough. Enough to understand. Enough to act. The ritual required three things. A willing vessel. A blood link. A sacrifice of equal weight. He had the vessel. He would be the vessel. He had the blood link. His blood, poured in a bowl on his desk, dark and thick and waiting. He had the sacrifice. He would be the sacrifice.

I was certain that our movements were so soft and fluid that, even if Freya had awoken slightly from her sleep, she might have simply mistaken us for the wind. Once we were a safe distance away, we found a secluded spot and began to set up for the ritual. I laid out the ingredients—the tuft of fur, a bundle of sage, a small bowl of salt, and the book outlining the ritual—and lit a candle, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. Nathan kept watch while I began to chant the words on the page—a language that I didn’t understand, long since lost to time. I wondered if I was even saying the words right, but the way the words rolled off of my tongue, ancient and power

"Miss Emily sir Alex and I have picked a few spell, ritual and potion making books, sir." "What ritual books?" Adi asked curiously. "Emily, explain to us about those rituals." Leo ordered. "Sure sir. I have found a total of ten rituals, in which, five of them have a human as a sacrificial ingredient, three have animals as a sacrificial ingredient, one uses the soul as a sacrificial component..." "We are not murderers. Tell us a ritual that doesn't use any living being as a sacrificial component and also produces enough energy." Alex interrupted her, rolling his eyes.

I expected no forgiveness for myself. “Tell me what you’ve discovered,” I said, redirecting her line of thinking. Nodding, she moved to the desk and opened the book to a marked page. The book seemed ancient, with brown pages that crinkled when she touched them. The writing wasn’t any modern font. It almost looked handwritten. I wondered where she could get a book like this, but decided not to ask. “There’s a ritual,” she said. “Gather a few special ingredients, say a few words, burn a couple things, and it’s done.”

This story is a sequel to "Rite of Submission" and I will do my best to make it as much of a stand alone story as I can, but if you feel lost, you might want to read the first book and then come back to this one. Some the the themes and scenes found throughout the story could be triggering to some people. Please educate yourself on kink etique and negotiate clear terms before proceeding with your partner and always have a safe word in case things become too much. Don't forget to negotiate your aftercare as well.

"Free to choose my own path. Free from pack politics and council judgments and wolves who think they have the right to decide my worth. I want to be strong enough that my choices are actually mine instead of reactions to what others force on me." "Freedom." My grandmother smiled. "That is purpose worth pursuing. Worth suffering for. Hold onto that when the rituals become painful. When your power threatens to overwhelm you. Remember that you are not seeking revenge alone. You are seeking the freedom to exist without permission." She opened another journal, revealing diagrams that made my head hurt to look at. "The first ritual is called Breaking. It forces you to face every suppressed emotion

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.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

“Guys I’m so sorry but mum has to leave. I’ll drop you off with aunt Sophie and then pick you guys later. Deal? I say trying to lighten their moods. They agree reluctantly though. I feel terrible. It’s barely a month and I was already losing time with them. I drop them at Sophie’s , my best friend before I head back to the office. As usual, they were at the conference table and I sit in front o them, waiting for them to speak again. At least this time, I was determined to listen. “So we’ll go straight to the point. We think you should do the ritual mating. That’s our only chance of winning the impending war.” They start without even giving a preamble. I don’t know which I prefer, the ramblin