Romans & histoires The Sacred Mushroom And The Cross Audiobook

the Priest intoned, his voice echoing off the high stone arches. Jordan took my hand, his grip like iron, and led me to the front. We stood before the Priest, who held a bowl of sacred moon-water and a bundle of dried sage. He began the ritual, waving the smoking sage around us in slow, rhythmic circles. The scent was thick and earthy, meant to cleanse our spirits before the final binding. He dipped his fingers into the silver bowl and flicked droplets onto our foreheads, murmuring an ancient tongue that made the hair on my arms stand up.

“My favorite was the monk. I possessed his favorite nun and made her sneak into his cell. She sucked him off while he tried to pray the rosary out loud. Every time he stumbled over a prayer, she took him deeper. He finished down her throat, sobbing for God to strike him dead. The other monks heard everything through the walls.” My cock strains now, aching. I hate my body for this betrayal. I reach for the small vial of holy oil I keep beside me and quickly apply some to my forehead, tracing the sign of the cross. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I cast out any unclean spirit,” I say firmly. A low, devilish chuckle comes through the lattice. Not human. It sl

The air crackled with the energy of accumulated knowledge, and the scent of aging parchment filled their senses. Row upon row of ancient tomes lined the shelves, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories. As the pack members carefully selected books, the whispers of the past danced in their ears, beckoning them to discover the truths hidden within. Rachel immersed herself in a book that revealed the ancient migration patterns of creatures long gone, tears of both joy and sorrow streaming down her face. She felt connected to the spirits of those who came before, their journeys echoing through her own soul. Sarah found a volume that chronicled the lost art of communication with the

It was clearly the sound of chanting, and logically, it was supposed to purify people. But how could something chanted by such an evil thing be a proper Buddhist scripture? Amelia had prepared, but that sound got in everywhere. It was like it could bring out the darkest side deep inside a person. She raised her hand, wanting to cover her ears, but saw that Elder Craneweaver was already moving, muttering something while cutting his own flesh again and again. Amelia shook her head and was just about to do something. My ears were suddenly covered from behind by someone...

It placed their missing feelings and comfort on the dead. The Sage of Great Thunderclap Monastery, Golden Cicada, had also appeared in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. He sang as if he was reciting the Life Incantation. The Sanskrit verses covered the sky and the Buddha's light shone on them. So they could go beyond the cycle of rebirth.

Audrey looked at May and tried to plead with her eyes, saying she is innocent, but the moment May turned away, Audrey realized all was gone. "Alpha, I swear I don't know anything about black magic."Tears suddenly fell out of Audrey's eyes. It was as though the whole world was against her. "If you don't know anything about black magic, what is this book doing in your room?"Martin asked. Audrey was even more shocked to see the ancient mystical book of creatures with Martin. "I don't know what he is talking about Alpha. He handed the book over to me as a trade to keep his cult safe!"Hercules turned and looked at Martin and then back at Audrey. The Alpha walked over to Audrey and slapped her har

“But I have to warn you, if you see a ring of mushrooms with pustules, run the other way.” She laughs as if I’m joking, but when she sees my face, her features seem to soften. “What, are you serious?” I nod. “Let’s just say I have first-hand experience in why you shouldn’t run into one of those rings,” I say and pull down the front of my shirt to show her what I was left with after Rebecca’s mother performed that ritual. The dark outline of a fucking clawed hand. “Goddess! What is that?!” Isabella exclaims, looking outrightly horrified as she should. When that ritual was performed it felt as if my entire soul was on fire while my heart was being ripped out repeatedly.

he asks, his hand on my shoulder. I nod, still trying to catch my breath. "What ... what was that?" Alec shakes his head. "I don't know. You touched the mushroom and then you just collapsed.” “Yeah.” I press my palm to the spot between my eyes. “I heard something.” “Like what?” I shake my head, questioning myself. “Maybe I imagined it.” “Maybe these mushrooms induce hallucinations.” He helps me stand. “You good to walk?” “Yeah. Thanks.”

"Something changed. Something new. The people I've been healing they're disappearing. Not coming back. Not moving on. Just vanishing. And there's something else there now. Something that shouldn't be there. Something that's eating them." Through the network I felt other bridges waking. Sensing same thing. Twelve trained bridges all feeling the disturbance. All terrified. "It's been waiting," Haven said. Tears streaming. "Waiting for us to open between enough. Waiting for enough bridges. Waiting for enough connection between realities. And now it's strong enough. Now it can cross. It's coming through Marcus. Through all the bridges. Through me." She grabbed my hand. Tiny fingers desperate. "I

"It is shouting. It wants me to come out." Elidra grabbed him and ran for the clearing. Cassian was already there, his face pale as he stared at the anchor. The white mushroom was weeping. A thick, clear fluid dripped from the crack, pooling on the silver moss. The moss itself was turning grey around the edges. The three shoots of the scarred plant were bent almost to the ground, their leaves brown and brittle. The crystal on the bridge was screaming. They could not hear it with their ears, but they felt it in their bones, a high, terrible frequency that made their teeth ache.