Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

Elijah nodded after sighing and played the next video. The image I saw on the screen made me scream; then I put a hand over my mouth and watched in horror as a damn sacrifice took place. In a pit lay dozens of bodies, like a Dantesque ritual of blood, and Nesko was leading a spell that caused the victims’ blood to come to life and collect itself in a vessel.

“All in good time. Our Master likes his meals to squirm. Our Master likes them to feel every last moment of their lives. We do not kill such unwilling sacrifices. We count their death. How many cuts will it take for them to scream? How many quivering slices of flesh will it take for them to cry for death? How much of their blood will need to be spread on this earth for them to die? How long for them to become willing sacrifices, begging for the final thrust that shall remove their hearts and send them to the waiting arms of our Lord Kalash?” The girls all laughed and howled, salivating with anticipation. The Priestess walked to stand next to Astrid’s neck and, using her hands, began

"I used to be a member of the Red Leaves organization, so I have access to these secrets." "Is that sacrifice terrible?" Uri asked curiously. Clement sighed, his face turning sad. "Yes, it was terrible. But they had to resort to that sacrifice to save humanity from destruction." Uri's hand was wet with sweat. If the story Clement told was true, vampires were once too scary. Clement continued. "To perform this sacrificial ceremony, humans had to trade many things. Life, soul, and even a poisonous oath." ... A crowd stood inside the ring of light on the vast square in the middle of the ruined city. Amid this crowd, an older man with a small body in a white robe raised a torch high into the nig

With her ability similar to one of the twelve, she is in a constant chase running away as ‘his’ sacrificial blood. CHRISTOPHER BEN He is the fifth sacrifice that, with his insanity and broken heart, manipulated everyone and became the strongest ally of the one who opened the book of their curse world. Opening the gate of truth and seeing not just one reality, but the entire seven. His greatest equivalent exchange is his very emotion to love and be loved.

“It requires more than just possession. It craves intention. Sacrifice. The blood of the willing.” My stomach churns. The blood of the willing? What kind of twisted ritual is this? Dixie finally finds her voice, shaky but defiant. “You’re a monster,” she spits. Salcom’s smile widens, and it’s the most chilling thing I’ve ever seen. “Oh, my dear Dixie, you flatter me. But I’m no monster. I’m simply a man who understands the cost of greatness.” “Greatness?” Trix growls, his voice low and dangerous. “There’s nothing great about sacrificing lives for power.”

Hidden. My name was there. Not just mine. Rylan. Merek. Elias. The three mates I’d lost. And next to each of them—a sigil. The same sigil from the scroll. Sacrificium Sanguinis. The blood sacrifice. I dropped the book. It hit the floor hard, spine cracking, and I stared at it like it would apologize. They hadn’t died in accidents. They hadn’t died protecting me. They had been offered. And not just by strangers.

Even though I felt inferior and thought of myself as a cripple, someone entirely unworthy of that crown, I had still allowed myself to fantasize. I had watched as the she-wolves of our pack were sent to the palace, only to return dead, over and over again. Many times, I found myself wondering, what if I really was the one Jayden was looking for? Maybe he wouldn't care that I was a cripple. That was, until I sat in that same carriage and was brought to the palace. There, what welcomed me was his merciless claws as he crushed my body. "You think you're worthy?" Those were the last words he said to me before my death. The sheer hatred and disgust in his voice were so intense.

Giovanni was dead, the news came from Vitali, along with his decapitated head in his hand and with a dark and proud smile — like a hunter who had caught the prey he had yearned to conquer. Slowly the pyramid was forming, people who connected with Giovanni, soldiers who were always at our meetings, people who were both here and on the other side of the war. However, with the traitor's head extended throughout the chaos, the Final War had been declared in the worst way... and this time I wasn't thinking about leaving it until the next battle. Either I would lose everything, or I would gain the world with their blood on my hands. Early morning was the most serious hunt I ordered my soldiers to

His intentions to offer Scarlett as a sacrifice to some malevolent deity had gone horribly wrong, and the consequences were now upon him. His hands trembled, and his once-confident posture crumbled as he clutched the sacrificial knife, stained with Elara's blood. Panic etched across his face as he stammered, "What have I done? I... I have made the wrong sacrifice. The gods will be furious. They will—"

Aurelian sat in the dim light of his study, the forbidden book open before him. Its pages were brittle, its ink faded, its words written in a hand that had been dead for centuries. He had deciphered it. Not all of it—no one could decipher all of it—but enough. Enough to understand. Enough to act. The ritual required three things. A willing vessel. A blood link. A sacrifice of equal weight. He had the vessel. He would be the vessel. He had the blood link. His blood, poured in a bowl on his desk, dark and thick and waiting. He had the sacrifice. He would be the sacrifice.