Vampire Ritual Novels & Stories

This really helps it grow on the platform So, guys, I know I've talked about vampires not performing a rejection ritual. That means they don't, not that they can't.

“There is a temple there. It will take many days to walk there, and we will stay with the strongholds we encounter on the way. Once there, we offer something from the sea to the gods of the sky, something from the land to the gods of the sea, something with fire to the gods of winter, something of winter to the gods of spring. To the greatest gods, we offer treasures, gold, wine, oils…” There were two other sacrifices that would be made, but he chose not to tell her of those, the ceremonies too sacred to share with a human and a slave. The full sacrifice of blood and fertility. It was tradition for a vampire to perform it upon their first pilgrimage to the temple, however it was also volunta

“I knew it. These spirit-summoning practices are all gimmicks.” As soon as she said that, the pencil that had dropped on the table suddenly started to move. Anette suddenly cried out, “What was that?! Who blew into my ear?” She turned expectantly to me and Sybille as if hoping we could offer an explanation. However, none of us did anything the entire time. After a while, the pen stood up vertically on its own and started to spin on an axis. All of us were horrified and broke out in a sweat. Helena asked boldly, “Spirits, am I going to get back with my boyfriend?”

“I hate to tell you this, my dear, but freeing a demon is a messy fucking business. If you aren’t willing to get your hands dirty, you might as well kiss your Prince goodbye now.” “Why? Why a sacrifice? Am I not already making one, using my own blood at the risk of what it might do to me? I’d rather be drained of everything than take another life.” It held its arms out. “That is exactly the reason for the sacrifice. The energy required for the ritual would kill you before you could complete it. Blood is the purest form of power, the very essence of life. The sacrifice is what fuels the energy needed to perform the ritual. Blood for blood.” It leaned forward, running its tongue over its teeth

She hung up the phone and took deep breath. "How he know that you are distress?" asked Olivia. Crystal took a deep breath. "I am his human soul mate" she said while Olivia was startled, "Whoa congratulations girl I am so happy for you" she said happily. "The thing is we did our blood rites, there is ceremony for vampires known as blood rites, both have to mix their blood if the blood got mix up without changing its color, than you are his mate but if it turn purple or any other color, than it means we are not meant to be together, mine and Juan's had gone mixed properly" She said while looking at the wall.

"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

The said Emmet muttered, slowly placing his hands on my face while I struggled to get away from him. He smiled widely and flicked his fingers, "We must begin the ritual for she is fully awake now" he uttered and my eyes widened in fear. "What ritual?" I demanded but no one gave me a listening ear as they went about their business. Liz came up beside me, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "We just need a sample of your blood and that's all" she whispered in my ears, slowly inching closer to my neck. "Get away from me freak!" I yelled and felt the coven walls rumble with might, this seems to displace every one of the vampires as they struggled to stand their ground.

Ritual Satine watched his body twitch as she glanced nervously at the sky light. The moonlight was touching the outer rim. She could see it starting to trickle in through it. Any minute now she would be able to complete the ritual. The moon light was tinted a blood red representing the blood moon. Aldric had begun to act aggressively, his body twitching and flexing like he was trying to fight something. His skin sizzled against the wolf bane soaked ropes holding him in place. Satine's stomach curled into itself as she began fidgeting in her spot, her brain trying to come up with what she would do if he woke up. She was nervous that the wolf bane ropes wouldn't hold him. The liquid should ha

To the way he seemed drawn, helpless against it. To the memory of his body in that bed. Our bed. I closed my eyes in resignation. I had to do it. “Tell me what to do.” ~~~~ The ritual began that night. The room was cleared. Salt lines drawn. Candles lit in a precise circle of thirteen, each one made of black wax laced with ash. The scroll lay open before me. The polished rune stone glowed faintly in the candlelight. “Sit,” Bibi Kamwe instructed. “And offer your blood.”

I whispered. "Yes," he murmured. "The blood of the living. The stronger the soul, the more power we retain. The more powerful the vessel, the less we lose. It was a revelation." His eyes gleamed with something sickening, something ravenous. "And after centuries of perfecting the ritual, we no longer have to take bodies randomly. Now, we choose. We prepare. And once the ritual is complete, we don’t just take over… we consume. Their essence, their life force, their magic. All of it becomes ours." I shook my head, my chest tightening as nausea clawed its way up my throat. "You're monsters," I choked out. "You're nothing but monsters."