The Ritual Novels & Stories

"But what is the ritual and how does it work?" Hyperion watched Seraphina for a moment, his expression grave as he considered her question about the ritual. He knew it was crucial for her to understand the gravity of the situation and the nature of the dark magic that threatened their realm. "The ritual Deucalion plans to perform is called the Ritual of Convergence," Hyperion began, his voice steady but filled with a sense of urgency. "It is an ancient and forbidden magic that has been lost to history for centuries. Its purpose is to merge the power of two distinct

If he failed… she didn’t dare let her mind go there. Behind them, Silas moved with quiet efficiency, drawing lines on the cold marble floor with crushed herbs and sacred ash. His movements were deliberate, precise—centuries of knowledge passed down for this exact purpose. The ritual was ancient and brutal, not just physically but mentally. Few ever survived it. But Rafael wasn’t like anyone Silas had ever trained before. “You must go in alone,” Silas said, not looking up from his work. “The ritual draws from your soul. Anyone who enters with you could either destroy the balance—or be destroyed themselves.”

Dmitri shed off his ritual gear, looped his arm around my waist and led me out into the fray. This was the first time Nathan had directed the ceremony, instead of Dmitri since the officiating couple were supposed to be bonded, or soon to be bonded mates. It wasn’t just a welcome into manhood for them, it was a fertility rite. Once upon a time, we’d be the ones to kick off an orgy, and afterwards they all would have run around goosing and kissing the women of the pack throughout the day to share their vitality and bless them with fertility. Another tradition I was glad had died out through the ages. Although, I did receive a few pinches on my ass, until Dmitri wrapped his arms around me more

Ravyn Blackclaw, this is enough,” one of them roared, his cane striking the stone. “This is neither the place nor the time; if you cannot respect the ritual, you will be cast out.” They warned her, and the color drained from her face. The murmurs of disapproval around her made her look down with shame. She was huffing in anger. But I didn’t even spare her another glance. I tightened my hold on Elva and stepped into the circle of stone where the ritual would be performed. The elders begin the chanting. They draw lines of beast blood, smearing the thick red liquid across Elva’s tiny forehead. The flames around the circle rose high

She look around the room, and whispered at me, “And, don’t tell me that you don't even attracted to those three because that would be a lie, and I can even see the same feeling from them towards you.” Her remarks flustered me, but can’t even deny it. She proceed by explaining the ritual to me. “Well, I must tell you, though it’s not common for a human to do a mating ritual with mystic blood, but it would also be a bit strange for a human.” “Really? How is it strange for human, actually?” I asked her, with a curiosity on my mind. “The mating ritual is a kind of like marriage in front of a priest, but instead of a simple kiss and beautiful vow, you’ll get a chan

And it was then that the name of the ritual echoed in my skull like a curse. The Rite of Dominion. They were performing The Rite of Dominion.

Arielle shuddered, “Shit, Sarah. Did you leave the A/C on again?” I went to take a step back when Denver called out, “Ophelia, don’t. The ritual’s already started. There’s no going back now. We have to see this through.” “Something doesn’t feel right, Denver.” I wrapped my arms around my torso, freezing even though I had a jacket on. “You said you got the ritual from the library but that doesn’t look like a page out of a textbook. And what the hell is in that bowl?” Coop reached over and squeezed my hand, flashing me a confident smile. “Don’t stress so much. Denver knows what he’s doing. He’s been researching this for a year now

Since Dom and Iris were not supposed to bathe yet, they had to make do with only washing their hands properly to eat cleanly. The ritual depended on them being 'Earthy' due to the forest hike, as it was believed that Şekileus would only accept the ritual if they were one with the Earth and trying to get rid of it by bathing and separating it from themselves wouldn't work. If Şekileus accepted, an earthquake was to shake the 'Mount Matrimony' and everyone could proceed to the next ritual that was supposed to happen in the next 24 hours after the Nuptias-in-Mari ritual.

“I’m willing.” The ritual began at midnight when the moon was full. Malrik draws symbols into the earth with ash and crushed herbs. He chants in a language I do not recognize, something older than the rogue dialect, older than pack law. Draven stands just beyond the circle. Close enough to reach me. Far enough not to interfere. “Step inside,” Malrik instructs. I do. The air changes immediately. It feels thicker. Charged. “Close your eyes,” he says. I obey.

Opened it to a marked page. "Look at this," she said. I stood up. Walked over. Looked at the page. It was written in a language I didn't recognize. But at the bottom, there was a drawing. A circle. Two figures inside. Connected by a line. "The ritual Sara used was designed to break bonds," the woman said. "But it can also be undone. If you have the right ingredients. And the right sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice?" She looked at me. Her expression was unreadable.