The Ritual Online Free Novels & Stories

"You will not do anything. But once the ritual starts, you need to close your eyes. And that's it; you will be given a chance to talk to someone you want to talk to. That's all." "Shouldn't I do anything like writing her name or what?" "You don't have to do that. You only need to think about that person, and you will meet that because of this ritual." That is faster than I thought! I never expected that those were the only things I needed to do just to meet the original Belle. I thought that magic here was not that far, but Alfonso proved me wrong. "I will start now." I know that he is standing at the door.

I finally said, stepping back to look at him. "That's the spirit! I had an idea. Let’s take all the horrible stuff and donate it. I know a nursing home that does really interesting work. But this one here, we're going to do a liberation ritual." Rafael picked up the dress, the jacket, and the flats. "Liberation ritual?" I looked at him, confused.

She responded. Hmm. What could have happened that would trigger whoever cursed him to do something so dreadful. “I’ll send you a silk dress for the ritual tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow as she spoke. “What ritual?” I asked her. “It’s a cleansing ritual. It’s meant for Helion but, he wants to do it with you. It’s mainly to ease his pain.”She responded. His pain? That’s strange. “Can I not?” I asked her. I really am not interested in any ritual Bullshit.

"So now we proceed on a different schedule." "The ritual is in seven days," I said. "You said—" "The ritual requires living practitioners," she said, without turning. "But the preparation work does not. The preliminary blood draws, the resonance mapping, the lineage verification — all of that can be accomplished now." She turned to face me. "More efficiently, in fact, without your interference."

“The purpose of the ritual.” Arsel stood behind me, his aura enveloping me like a wall. Amelie swallowed hard. “It’s not to destroy specific packs. It’s not to kill isolated fairies or to weaken supernatural communities one by one. Those attacks are just the call.” The entire room seemed to lean toward her. “So what is it for?” asked Izan. Amelie looked at the invisible door that was no longer on the map but that we could all still sense. “The ritual is to open a portal,” she said in horror. “A portal to the dead space behind the Veil. If Maxon and the hunters complete the four anchors, they’ll be able to summon the Soulless Weapon.”

He proceeded, “the ritual commences at 11:55pm, so it reaches its peak at midnight.” “Wait! What?” Every trace of sleep vanished from my eyes. “What part are you having trouble with?” Logan had concern deeply etched in his voice. “Ugh…the ritual…” “Yes. The priest will be here in an hour to walk you through the procedure, since you don’t know anything about it.” Ragner jumped in with what he thought I wanted to hear but he was far from it. “The ritual requires an ultimately calm spirit for it to work.” Logan chipped in.

"Death is the easy path, Luna Coralina. The sacrifice required is the death of your secrets. You must offer your blood to the basin, and he must do the same. You will enter the Shared Memory. You will see the truth of the lineage you claim, and the man you have bound to your soul." ​The ritual is performed in the center of the camp, under the gaze of a thousand silent witnesses. We sit cross-legged on a bed of pine needles, facing each other. The stone basin sits between us. ​Clyde takes the dagger he gave me—the bone-hilted blade of his mother. Without flinching, he draws the edge across his palm. The blood is thick and dark, dripping into the salt water. I take the blade from him, my hand

Of course not. I rubbed my forehead slowly, already exhausted. “What does this ritual even involve?” Rhea hesitated again before speaking carefully. “You need to be emotionally vulnerable during it.” I frowned “What does that mean?” “It means the magic responds best when your emotional walls are lowered.”

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.

She had to perform a ritual that involved her having sex with Alpha Silas later. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought. Could she do it? But then, the fragile line between salvation and destruction had to be crossed. Her choice was no longer hers alone. She had to protect the world. Freya looked up at Imogene as she made up her mind. “When do we start the ritual?” Imogene and Elira exchanged looks, then she looked at Silas who gave a small nod before she returned her attention to Freya. “We perform the ritual at midnight.”