Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

And in the center… a single book lay open as if waiting. My heart pounded. I approached slowly. The title glowed faintly: Rituals of Primordial Balance My fingers trembled as I read. When opposing forces inhabit one vessel, equilibrium may be achieved through Separation of Essence. I froze. Separation? I kept reading. The vessel may divide power willingly, preserving balance by sacrificing personal existence within the physical realm. My breath caught. Sacrifice. Not death. Something worse. Erasure.

Lana’s brow furrows, “What I don’t understand is that the other prophecies state that only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide. How can humanity's sacrifice save humanity if they’re the sacrifice to end the world? I’m so confused.” Rafael looks at the passage and lays another book across from it, “Avant l'humanité, il y avait des anges. L'un doit être l'un et non l'autre. Sauvez pour le destructeur de tous et de vos proches. La mort et la destruction prévaudront, avec le sacrifice de l'humanité si ce n'était à l'humanité de renverser la vapeur.” Before humanity, there were angels. One shall be one and not the other. Save for the Destroyer

"Too bad I survived then, because you are going to hand everything which was rightfully mine to begin with by signing this papers or risk being exposed to the whole world as a murderer and everything will still be mine" "I would rather die, than have you take everything I worked so hard for. You can't just crawl out of hell hole to claim back everything I have worked hard for. I knew what I had to do to take over everything, I killed my father, my brother and his entire family. And I'm not afraid to get my hands bloody so, if it means killing you off again, I will" Ivy said "Ooh I am scared. How confident you are for coming out clean, you seem to be proud. So does killing off your entire fam

This wasn’t Holt territory. I was detained for twenty-four hours. And when I came back for her— She was gone. Assigned overseas. Off the grid. All she left behind was a letter. Adrian, We can never go back. The moment you chose to sacrifice me, this ending became inevitable. My life is full—even without you in it. Please don’t look for me again. I did anyway. I searched like a madman. And I never found her. Only then did I finally understand— Love isn’t sacrifice.

This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed. But even if you do - you'll do it all over again. Because that's how love works. Love comes knocking when you're not expecting it — it creeps upon you, and you can't do anything but welcome it and grow with it, letting it take you places you've never been, praying it doesn't live you in pieces in the end. But I know it's better to experience the heartbreak knowing you've loved so full it hurts this beautifully instead of not loving at all, unfamiliar with the feeling.

Terrifying. "You knew this would happen," I whisper. Arthur doesn’t deny it. I yank a book from the shelf at random, pages fluttering. "Then tell me what this is." His hand closes over mine again, stilling me. "Careful, Lily. Some doors don’t close once opened." I look down. The book falls open to a page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, the letters spidery and old: "The Luna’s Sacrifice: A Ritual of Convergence. To strengthen the child, the mother must offer her life force under the blood moon..."

I growled angrily. She laughed hysterically. "See that's what you don't seem to understand. You call them sacrifices but you are not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin word, Sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil" she laughed darker, "And it is necessary for me to have the Shaul's magic. It's was meant for me and you won't stop me" I tried breaking free but Rowena's magic kept me pinned.

“Look through the rest of the book – see if anything else rings a bell. I’m going to go call Sinclair, get his team working on finding out anything else they can about this cult.” I nod, turning back to the book and quickly looking through the pages, my mind whirling. What the hell was this cult? And what on earth can they want with Ella’s little baby? Why did they work so hard for him to be born if they… If they worship the god who works in opposition his grandmother’s mission… My eyes light again on the phrase “blood sacrifice” and my heart drops to my stomach, my breathing ratcheting up. “Miss?” the librarian says at my shoulder and I jump, spinning towards her. “I’m so sorry!” she says,

“They said Alpha’s applying for one from the human authorities. Whatever it takes to get her, I guess.” “Shit, that’s a bold move.” “Well, he’s gotta get her soon, right? She needs to be captured before the memorial ceremony if she’s gonna be sacrificed for the old Luna-to-be.” Sacrificed? Oh, Goddess. My heart plummeted. A sacrifice was the cruelest of rituals. A remnant from an older, more brutal time in the history of werewolves. The cold that sank through me then was from more than the water. My ears rang. Whatever else the werewolves spoke of, I couldn’t hear.

Then, I saw what he did next, and it was pure madness. He laid the child Susie had given birth to right next to my body and cranked the sauna to an unbearable 180 degrees. My eyes were wide open in shock. Chester was trying to cook himself alive! The most shocking thing was that Chester, out of pure selfishness, had actually suffocated Susie's own child. I could only watch as the child was transformed into a mummy, just as I had been. At that moment, Chester pretended to scream, "Oh, my baby!"