The Ritual Shantel Tessier Novelas e Histórias

Gina rolls her eyes and step forward. "Now what do you need?" She asks facing Folkor. "We need you to help forming and allegiance. The real unbreakable bond" He says and her eyes widens "Is it really that serious?" She asks and Folkor nods. "Okay, now Tessa step forward. Everyone here including her mates need to perform the ritual" She waves Folkor closer as he is the nearest and takes his and Tessa's hands and put it together like a handshake, and place a chalice underneath their hands

Very strange, considering we were walking out to plan a ritual to banish a soul-hopping entity from the body of my only friend. Savitri’s place was small, efficient, and smelled like ginger tea. It had one of those electric kettles that looked like it belonged in a chemistry set. She plugged it in with a practiced flick and pulled out a tray with incense, vials, and laminated cards printed in a language I didn’t recognize. “You’re going to walk me through the ritual?” I asked. “Eventually. First I have to figure out how much X already prepared. He usually gets at least halfway through a vetala banishment kit before we even get called.”

“Make sure the healers attend to those who were injured. You may leave.” They did not move from their kneeling positions. My patience was frayed at the edges, and I ground my teeth for a moment, watching for an explanation for this inconvenience. “Alpha Eldarien, if I might add,” the priestess said tentatively, “I realized that only a small part of the ritual remains to be completed. The women we had brought in for the ritual, claim that you did not…” she cleared her throat, “take interest in any of them, and that is the part that seals the ritual—”

*******************************>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> --- The ritual began. Cassian raised his arms, his shadow stretching tall against the cavern wall. The Seal of Binding glowed faintly beneath the Elders’ feet, the runes etched in the stone igniting like veins of molten fire. Seraphine poured her chalice of blood onto the altar; Nyra carved her wrist and let her own essence join it. Valerian drove his spine-crown against the stone, a sharp crack resounding like a whip. Maelis lifted the dagger high, its runes screaming with light.

Asked an extremely muscular and yet beautiful Earth Sorceress. “Leave that to the Prince and me.” Tasha knew if she told them what she and Cal had discussed the previous night, Helia, Zephyr and Narelle, not to mention Talib and now Olander, would more than likely have something to say about it. So it was better kept to themselves until the absolute last moment. There were looks exchanged, but she pretended she hadn’t seen them and continued on, explaining the specific runes, stones, and herbs she had used during her own ritual.

Something I couldn’t really explain. Vashti stared long at him. Then she murmured. "The ritual... It’s starting to affect you." What is she talking about? What ritual? What is affecting him? My heart thudded like prey hooves fleeing across snow. Selene said nothing, but I could feel her gaze sharpen beside me. Then it stilled. The wind. The shrine. Everything. Shabari lifted the jar with reverence. Inside, the pelt shimmered. A low, eldritch glow pulsed beneath its fur.

The ritual was said to strengthen bonds… or expose the ones already fracturing. Elara stood in the circle beside Lyra, their fingers linked through a shimmering chain of frost. Her white shift clung to her damp skin, the fabric now slightly stained from the constant leakage between her thighs. Kaelen’s thick, repeated loads from the Origin Flame Ceremony still filled her pussy — warm, creamy, and impossibly heavy. Every subtle movement made the mess squelch softly inside her swollen, well-fucked cunt, keeping her clit throbbing with shameful, relentless need.

Chapter 30 PIPER “T–That’s not true.” “Don't deny it, whoever you are.”Shantel deadpanned. “The Goddess brought me here for a reason. You can go ahead and tell everyone who I truly am; this doesn't change anything.” Shantel stood up, and Ares mirrored her. “I hope you are ready for what you are so eager to dive into.” She said and shifted her gaze to Ares, they both left, leaving me to my thoughts.

"They begged to be useful. And now? They are almost empty. The Anchors are primed. The ritual begins at zenith. If you want to save the people she fought so hard for... come and get them." The vision shifted. I saw myself through Heriberto's eyes. I saw us in the ritual room, huddled on the floor. "I see you," he whispered. "I am waiting." Tate convulsed once, violently, and then collapsed. The connection snapped. I caught her before she hit the floor. She was burning up, her skin radiating fever heat. Blood trickled from her nose and ears, staining her shirt. "Tate?" I shook her gently. "Tate, wake up."

The stunt she pulled to garner Tess’s attention was proof. While Tess was muddling over what to do with Shannon to put her intelligence to good use, Regal stormed into the room to make a report. “What’s it?” Tess asked, a little frightened from his bustling enthusiasm. “N-news from the core…” “Village of the Stants?” “Yes, they came bearing gifts and an invitation.” Regal beamed a wide smile. His keen brown eyes flashed with joy. “Mmh, let’s go.” Tess understood the intention of the snakes at the core of the underworld.