Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

“We have to move. Now.” But Elara couldn’t move. The creature was looking at her. Not Kael. Not Dain. Her. “You are the one,” it murmured, tilting its head unnaturally. The cavernous black pits where its eyes should have been locked onto hers. “The heart. The key. The sacrifice.” A violent shudder coursed through her body. Sacrifice. The word rang in her mind like a tolling bell, dredging up pieces of the prophecy she had fought so hard to ignore.

Then, he opened his laptop, and the screen indeed showed me, specifically, the footage of my left hand being corroded. In the surveillance video, Elaine had snuck past everyone and secretly switched out my experimental materials. For this, I paid the price of lifelong disability. Even faced with that kind of brutal evidence, Andreas still claimed Elaine was innocent. The moment Quentin saw my hand corroded by sulfuric acid on the screen, he slapped Elaine across the face. "How could you set up Isadora like that? She's your sister!" Back then, after being rushed to the hospital, I hadn't just called Andreas for help. I had called everyone in the Wilde family, one by one.

“It may have been said in the book of prophecy but, her mother already cut her life from that at a very young age. It is what we all failed to realize. Or maybe we would have if you had not sent your men to kill her family and then made the villagers burn her alive after casting her as a witch. You all dug your graves the day you carried out that evil. You already sacrificed the mother and her family. The daughter will not be sacrificed for your sakes, instead, you will have to earn your grace to live. And anyone who tries to lay a hand on her will face the consequences. It doesn’t matter who it is, even if it is you, Elders.” Gabriel, who was not having it, stood up and slapped his palm har

“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

“They tried. But each soul he consumed became a prison, a chain binding divine power. If they destroy him, those souls will be lost forever, condemned to eternal damnation. The prophecy was clear: Only sacrifice can end him.” Frustration surged through me, hot and helpless. “Sacrifice from who? How?!” I turned to the book, hands trembling, and etched the desperate question onto the page. The answer appeared slowly, painfully simple: Love And Sacrifice. I stared at the words, willing them to mean something else, but they didn’t. “I’m truly sorry you’ve had to carry the burden of something you never chose,” Zevarion said gently. “Even after being reborn, you returned tethered to the cursed wol

The others panic immediately. Some try to run, but it’s too late. I snap the first neck with two fingers. The second dies before he finishes turning. The third tries to beg. I tear his throat out before the first word leaves his mouth. The rest fall just as quickly. Bodies collapse around me. Blood stains the earth. I look down at the unconscious little feisty sweetheart in my arms. “Lucky for you,” I murmur, “your people offered me better sacrifices instead. But still, you don’t get to live after laying eyes on a god.”

They were arguing, their words slicing through the fog in my mind, each one making my blood run colder. “The sacrifice must be alive, Kasamaan, not dead,” a woman’s voice said, calm but edged with steel. “And she must be willing to offer herself.”A man’s voice roared back, deep and thunderous, shaking the air. “You crazy witch! That’s not what you told me! The sacrifice is here—get it done!”The woman’s reply was steady, unyielding.

"You have always been a lapdog for the king. It is no surprise you would rather slow everything down than see the pack move forward." "With the sacrifice still at large," Elder Sable said, cutting across the room, "we do not have the luxury of time. There is too much on our plate to be sentimental about scheduling. We need a king and we need one now." "The sacrifice," I said. Elder Sable looked at me. "Is that what you are all calling her," I said. "She has a name. It is Zara." The silence that followed that was a different quality from the previous ones.

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

She would be sucked into the world of pain I was locked into and I knew she would resent me for the rest of her life. After coming to terms with everything, it had been an easy decision. I realised that my love for Emiliana ran too deep to run away from, and I knew that one of us had to sacrifice more than the other in order for Emiliana to be safe. I would be the first person to take that sacrifice because she was worth it. My grandfather stood up and rounded his table, resting himself along the edge of the desk and waiting for me to continue. I know he felt like he was giving me the floor, but just like any man in his position, it was an action that made you believe you were in control for