Vampire Ritual Novels & Stories

"We never wanted this. If I had a chance to choose, I would rather remain in the past, with my daughter. This is only for our Revenge against the wolves. That's how I see it, your mother is a hybrid, she might view the ritual from another perspective." While all Matilda wanted was revenge, what my mother wanted was to create a world where hybrids didn't have to hide their true form. "And what is this ritual about?" I asked her. "It's called the blood ritual. It's a ritual to be carried out only during the blood moon. While werewolves experienced the full moon, witches experience the blood moon. On the night of the blood moon, the ritual would be carried out. Like I have said, only hybrids ca

After the stand had been placed in the formation a strange voice resounded in the room causing me to jump. “Now, you are ready to begin the ritual. Repeat after me in unison, ‘Povratak mgabampira… povratak magabampira….’” I was stunned and glad at the same time. I had heard stories that the spirit of the vampires supported the phoenix ritual if it was done for the greater benefit. At least we didn’t have to worry about making mistakes now. Alex’s eyes were wide as he heard this voice. I nodded at him and closed my eyes in concentration.

I asked, full of desperation, and this gesture of mine widened his smile. "Just tell me if you are ready. Remember this, Matt. Once you declare your oath, you cannot break it." "What oath is that?" "One where you pledge to participate in our kind's bloodiest ritual. It is called the Rite of the Vampire.'' he glances at his companions, who look so very serious, with no smile or amusement in their eyes. "The only way to become stronger than anyone is to become one of us." I was stunned by his words, so much so that I couldn't form any thought to protest them.

Taking my last punch, I stopped; breathing heavily before going to take my water bottle of water which was beside me. Having done this, I went to take my seat by his side. “What did they find out?” he had told Patricia and Chelsea to find out what the ritual meant and who was sacrificing rogues and wolves. I knew it was what was in the papers. “Nothing except they aren't done yet. Patricia was able to find out that the two spots where the death of the rogues and wolves happened intended to form a shape. A circle.” He raised his eyes and looked at me. “The ritual is a sacred one, one can't interfere with it unless whoever started it dies or gets killed. Now the name of the person is Varnadon,

A part of the ritual included being immersed in a flower and herb bath first, then sucking out the energy of the prey through their genitals. A follow-up ritual which included a pig sacrifice and some incantations were next. After which the prey would be rendered powerless and the person who carried out the ritual would have gained the power of the person they preyed on. At the back of the book in what I assumed to be Duke’s penmanship was a list of people whose energy he and Valeria had consumed and plans to overthrow Arnou and forcefully claim the Lycanthropy. From the list, it seemed Duke had first begun by consuming the energy of his servants

"It predates pack law and vampire court both. It is the ritual through which the first hybrid bond was meant to be anchored, before the parties who held it were destroyed before the ritual could be completed. It requires three components: blood drawn from both parties freely and mixed, vows spoken under witness in the old tongue, and consummation of the bond under eclipse conditions, when moonlight and shadow exist simultaneously in the sky and the balance between them is at its most accessible." The word consummation sits in the space between Lucian and Lior without either of them immediately addressing it. "There is an eclipse in four days," the second seer says, speaking for the first tim

Well, I didn’t have spare time to play Romeo Juliet there, so I accelerated the ritual, and finally Zayden’s blood entered the territory of the Vampire Kingdom. “Yes! In the first try, I’ll be able to witness both rascals or bitches.” This ritual was a critical one, demanding my undivided attention and eye contact. One mistake, and I had to perform it all over again, with no guarantee of attaining complete results whatsoever. The trial of blood paused at one point as my heart danced in my chest, the fruit of this tough spell was almost in my reach. Just a few moments more, and that source’s faces would be displayed in the eternal fire, preparing me for the next one.

Iamem asks. “About what?” “There’s a party today. The lords from other provinces will come to meet you,” Shabat announces. “What?” “When a member of royalty is about to enter adulthood, it’s common to throw a party and have the lords come to celebrate. There will be three days of festivities—the blood crown ritual,” Iamem says. “They’ll stay until Eros feeds on you. When your blood runs through his body. All born vampires have a special gift. And they’re waiting for news to know what his is,” Shabat continues.

Immediately, Lord Darius and his son Cyrus decided to carry out a human sacrifice to the god of vengeance, so that the god will fight for Victor and revenge his father's death and they will equally ask the gods to guide his people. The sacrifice is like a ritual, which the people of Kingstonville usually perform once in a while. Anytime such an event is being held, the king will summon his ministers and tell them to prepare for the ritual ahead of time, and he will place some packs of vampires around the nations to guide the whole community. During this great ritual, the whole community is expected to stay indoors for at least three nights before the actual time for the sacrifice begins. An

No pack would refuse my authority. I'd be everything I'd ever wanted to be. And she'd be mine. Not as a mate, but as a weapon. As the tool that elevated me beyond every alpha who'd ever lived. The ritual required specific components. Silver chains forged under a new moon. Binding stones carved with ancient symbols. Blood sacrifice from both participants. And the Ghost Wolf had to be weakened, their resistance broken, their will suspended. This was my chance. Possibly my only chance. I moved to the ritual table I'd set up in the corner of my office. Everything was ready. Silver chains gleaming in the lamplight. Binding stones arranged in the pattern the texts described. A ceremonial bowl for