Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

"You bastard! Quinn's baby was your flesh and blood! She's already dead, and you're still dragging her name through the mud. Get out!" Timothy's gaze was sinister as he kicked over the flower stand in the yard. "Ungrateful fool! Search the entire place! She can't hide forever!" His bodyguards immediately stormed into the welfare home, and the sound of things being smashed filled the air. The bookshelf I had bought for the children with the money I had saved from running my food stall fell over, and the Children's Day gifts we had prepared were scattered all over the floor. The children's screams and the director's cries mingled together.

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

Drawing upon the very core of her being, Luna summoned a surge of celestial energy that consumed her. In a blinding flash of light, Luna merged with the malevolence, sacrificing herself to save her pack and the hidden realm from its clutches. The tower shook with the force of their collision, and an explosion of energy reverberated throughout the land. As the dust settled, silence descended upon the hidden realm. The darkness receded, replaced by a newfound sense of tranquility. Luna's sacrifice had purified the malevolence, restoring balance to the realm and freeing her pack from their tormented state.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.

"No, please..." "How dare you feast on your King's sacrifice?" Alexander spoke, and the maid shrunk, hiding her face. "Sacrifice," the word echoed in Dua's head. She looked at Alexander, and then at the maid, then at Alexander again. "No," she muttered, her feet giving away as she fell unconscious. Alexander moved swiftly, catching her before she reached the ground. The door opened, and a guard walked in, going on one knee before Alexander. "Your Majesty."

At the very bottom of the picture the caption said “The birth of the next generation. Sacrifice of the mother for the blessings of the son.” Seline covered her mouth to stifle a little yelp of terror that nearly escaped. She looked around the ward, but all was quiet. She picked the book back up and looked through a few more pages that showed many more scenes similar to that one. There were many rites and rituals in full description, even notes on the ideal candidate for each sacrifice. It seemed that every rite or ritual required a sacrifice. It was a horrible book. Finally Seline closed it she did not want to look at the horrors inside any more. She quickly got up and put the book back wher

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

Blood flew out like rain. Sienna gasped both in fear and shock. Vulcan spat his head with utter disdain. He let out a mighty long-drawn howl, throwing her into a wild tremor. She had heard about Vulcan's bloodlust. This wolf was notorious for killing its prey with no mercy. He was savage and crazy.

The sacrifices were not regrets but the stepping stones to a life that reflected the resilience they had all discovered through Sophia's influence. As their reflections mingled with the soft laughter of Sophia's namesake, the room became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken understanding. The sacrifices, though diverse in nature, converged into a singular truth—they were the threads that had woven the tapestry of their lives. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the candlelight; it emanated from the shared acknowledgment that sacrifice, when fueled by love, could transcend the ordinary and lead to extraordinary moments of connection and fulfillment.

Even though I knew the outcome could hurt her in some way, I still couldn't not go through with it because my sense of justice wouldn't let me. Where some would see room for a grey area, I only see in black and white. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. So even though she may come to a point where she's willing to forgive Felix for his monumental screwups, I can't and won't. Doesn't that make me monstrous? The fact that I'm willing to sacrifice her feelings because I can't overlook my own.