The Ritual นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Four. The rituals consist of four elements, dedicated to our Gods. We've done the water part whereas our souls have been bound. Next will be the fire element, the binding of our hearts." "And when are we going to do that? Is it still in the swimming pool?" "The pool is used for the water element, Kira. Our second ritual is for the fire element. We're gonna do that later, at midnight. So yeah, prepare yourself because the fire ritual is way more intense than the water." The side of his lips rose. I thought he was gonna say more information but he zipped his mouth as he looked away. His adam's apple moved firmly before he sipped on his wine.

Although these items were important for most rituals, I could tell right away that even if we put out the candles or stopped the burning of the sage, it still wouldn’t stop the summoning. Kayden looked towards Rakesh and asked, “so how do we stop this? Snuff out the candles?” “That won’t work,” I said as I moved to look around the rest of the shrine. “This particular ritual is not in the motions but the words spoken,” I explained as I examined the options of how to go about dealing with the summoning ritual. “The sage and candles are just to show respect to the God they’ve summoned.”

"So what exactly are we supposed to do?" The woman's gaze slid to Selene, then back to me. "There is a ritual. Dangerous, exhausting... it requires your blood, Tristan, and Selene's. It requires you both to open yourselves completely to each other without holding back, for even a shred of doubt will turn the spell against you." I frowned. "Open ourselves how?" Her smile sharpened. "Body, mind, and spirit. There can be no secrets between you. No masks. The ritual will strip you bare and force you to face each other in ways neither of you are ready for."

she said with her voice filled with wonder. “What do they say?” I asked, stepping closer. Rachel furrowed her brow as she studied the symbols. “It’s a ritual,” she said finally. “A sacrificial ritual designed to unlock forbidden powers.” My heart sank. “Sacrificial? What kind of powers?” Rachel hesitated. “It doesn’t say exactly, but it’s tied to the liberation of rogues. Something about breaking their chains—freeing them from their cursed nature.” I exchanged a glance with Ardan with his jaw tightening as the implications sank in.

Charged with energy that made my skin prickle. "Stand in the circle." The creature commanded. "Link hands. Open yourselves to the ritual. When I begin you must hold on. No matter the pain. If you break the circle before completion the ritual fails. You all die. Understand?" We moved into position. Formed a ring around the altar. I took Nate's hand on one side. Mom's on the other. Their grips were tight. Anchoring. The others linked between them. Complete. United. "Begin." The creature raised formless appendages. The symbols flared. Brilliant. Blinding.

"I'm asking him a question." Halric tilted his head, amused, unhurried, like a man discussing the weather rather than a ritual built around my blood. "Clever. You want to know your own worth before you decide how to spend it." "Something like that." "The ritual needs a living vessel, willing or not," Halric said, stepping closer, his boots scraping softly against ancient stone. "But willing blood binds cleaner. Unwilling blood fights the working, and fighting can crack the seal wide open. Do you understand what I'm telling you, girl?"

"The ritual requires a location," Bastien says. He says it in the hallway at midnight and his voice is doing the flat operational thing, which means he is already three steps ahead and is catching up to me. The binding location,I say. Nadia mentioned it. A place of established pack power where the ritual can be anchored. I look at Bastien. He is not going there to perform a ritual. The ritual requires willing blood and I am here and the statue is gone and I am not going anywhere near that site.

Wolves moved through the courtyards below us, laughing and talking, completely unaware that my entire world felt like it was collapsing again. “What do I need to do?” I asked quietly. Rhea exhaled softly like she had been waiting for me to ask. “There’s a ritual.” I looked at her immediately again “A ritual?” “A Lunae ritual,” she explained carefully. “It’s old and it’s dangerous, but it’ll help” That sounded horrifying already. “It’s meant to stabilize awakening magic during the Blood Moon. Without it, the power inside you will keep reacting to your emotions until eventually…” She stopped herself.

Shane asked, his voice tinged with urgency. The shaman leaned forward, his eyes alight with ancient wisdom. "The ritual," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is not like any order ritual. It is a ritual that can bind souls together in ways that defy explanation. It is not without risk, but if performed correctly, it has the power to unite you and your mates in ways you never thought possible." A wave of relief washed over Avery and her mates, the weight of their burdens lifting ever so slightly. "What must we do?" Romeo asked, his voice eager yet tinged with caution.

I moved close to a tree and watched from behind it. The men began to walk around the fire, their chants and hums rising. It hit me then, what I was witnessing, a ritual. A strange one, I had never seen any like this. All the history books I had read, on ancient creatures, rituals and bloodlines. This was strange. The aura that came of it was unsettling, this wasn't ordinary. Suddenly, they all stopped in their steps, they stretched their hands, one by one and with a dagger that was passed around, they cut themselves.