Warrior Cat Apprentice Ceremony นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked, pushing further. “Not really. I’ve got a lot of work to handle, so I’m usually cooped up in my office. But I do attend several social events—it’s expected as the pack’s leader. And of course, once a full moon comes, we have a pack run, and I lead that. We also hold ceremonies to welcome new members into the pack. Actually, we’ll need to do one for you soon. Usually, I’d have asked you to pledge loyalty to me and my pack by now.” He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book.

"Noelle, I apologize for being late. Is the ceremony over?" I smiled. "Horatius, there's no hurry. The ceremony has been called off. The she-wolf standing beside Cassian is the Luna he has chosen." After listening to me, Horatius froze. Before he could say anything, Cassian shouted in a fury, "Stop spewing nonsense to my father. If you had just sworn to the oaths, none of this would've happened." Iris rolled her eyes. "Only fools would agree to that condition!" I sighed. "Cassian, as Alpha of the Moonfall pack, how could you be so naive? Think carefully. Who was the one who kept trying to anger me, so that the marking ceremony would be called off? When that happens, who would benefit the mos

Once you meet and complete the mating, a mark appears on the skin connecting you together forever. I take one last look in the mirror before I head downstairs to start my time of silence before the ceremony. My dress is an empire waist wrap, deep purple (the color of the feline house), along with a gold piping around the bust. There is a replica of feline paws lining the bottom of the dress. Being that I am the oldest child of the current feline Alpha, and the first to change, there will be a clan ceremony tonight after I shift.

He had no idea that he would leak this secret in the middle of a happy conversation. He spoke lightly when he saw that no outsiders were around. “Don’t tell the others, but all the Nine Great Gods of War were my apprentices. Ethan Haays learned his medical skills, among other things, from me.” “Psst!” Skyler took another sharp breath. F*cking hell, he had no idea that the Supreme Warrior had such a close relationship with the Nine Great Gods of War. Very few people knew about this. How big would this issue be if the people of Cathysia knew about this? The scary prestige of the Supreme Warrior would once again come alive. Many people that felt they had talent would ask Fane to be their master

Acwulfs body was now on fire and a great wind was making the sparks from the fire fly hire and form a weird pattern that formed a wolves head on the air to symbolise a safe send off. The special and the most critical part was now ready to be performed and this was the moment Geri was more than exited for, he wanted to become the warrior of the community and this title was only offered to the strongest teen Wolf of that time. He was believed to be the best hunter and fighter since he was the one who came home with the largest animal after hunting and worn several fights during the community feast fights. A fire was to be lit by Fleki and he would apply the anointing oil from the pot on Geri's

“Okay. Tell me what’s happening tonight. Tell me what I need to do.” Proud, I begin to explain. “There are three main rites of passage for the induction ceremony. The first is the vow rite. One of the Elders will recite a short passage for you to repeat before the pyre. All you have to do is copy what they say. When that’s completed, you make a single walk around the fire. It symbolizes your journey through trial and strife. The second rite is the burning of your old memories and pack life. Usually, a shifter will cast something they received from their old pack into the fire, but in lieu of that, you can simply cast the dress you received at the temple. That’s been done before too.”

A rush of disbelief and awe crashed through me. “These old, withered bones are not keeping up as they used to. Taking you to the summit will let the world know that witches will not weaken, even if I am not as strong as I once was. It is time to show them my beautiful granddaughter, my heir, my apprentice.” Her eyes gleamed like iron under firelight. “You will soon become the High Witch. And now, Hana, is the time to start building allies. As I fear…” Her voice lowered, almost to a whisper. “War is upon us.”

"But he wins. This time." "This time?" She looked at her brother with ancient eyes in a child's face. "Every choice creates a different thread. I can see some of them. Not all. Never all." Her marks pulsed. "The ceremony needs to happen. It's important." Three days later, under the full moon, the pack gathered. Cassian stood before them in ceremonial robes that had been Derek's, his grandfather's, passed down through generations of Alphas. The words were ancient—promises of protection, leadership, sacrifice.

We had taken all the trainees and chosen the best among them. The only thing left was to wait for nightfall so the warriors could swear their oaths. I sent for Alura and told her to begin preparations. The oath ceremony would be large, held under the open sky, beneath the moon. I was still speaking to her when Lord Marco rushed toward me. “Stop,” he said. I frowned. “What do you mean, stop?” “Stop whatever you are doing,” he said sharply. “Why?” I asked. “What is the problem?”

"You're going to be wonderful at this, honey. You've already been doing it for months. Tonight just makes it official." Catherine anointed me with oils—ceremonial preparation that smelled of sage and cedar and something ancient I couldn't name. "The pack will pledge loyalty to you tonight. You'll promise to serve them. These aren't empty words. They're binding." "I know." "Do you? Do you understand that from tonight forward, you belong to this pack as much as they belong to you?" I thought about it. "Yes. I understand. And I choose it. Willingly." "Then you're ready."