Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

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.

I grabbed the long broom and cleaned the floors, tidying up the books on the shelves when I stumbled on a book with a strange title. "How to sacrifice humans to idols." That was the title of the book. For a moment, my mind beat very fast. It felt like it was specifically written by someone who knew me, and wanted to sacrifice me to idols. I was a wolf of course, but I've got a human body too. I turned the pages of the book, trying to see if I could practice one of those spells written there. I wasn't a witch neither was I a warlock. Did this mean that there's a witch somewhere in the pack but the Alpha, Simon, doesn't want to let us know?

The book in my hands pulsed once more and this time I didn’t resist I opened it again Words filled the pages in a language I shouldn’t have known but now understood perfectly A binding spell A ritual meant to lock the veil forever But it came with a price Blood Not mine Theirs I dropped the book like it burned and backed away Lucian stepped toward me “What did it show you this time” “I can seal the veil” I said “I can end this But it demands a sacrifice” Soren’s expression turned to stone “Whose” I couldn’t speak it

Blood spilled, bright gold and liquid silver, magic-laced, royal-born, flame-forged. She raised her bleeding hand toward the heavens and screamed: “Take me!” The realm convulsed. The rift above howled like a dying god. The voice stuttered, faltering for the first time. "You offer yourself… in place of both?" “Yes!” she cried. The blood from her hand dripped down her wrist, sizzling as it hit the white ground. “Their lives are not mine to sacrifice. If you demand payment, demand it from me.” "One cannot rule without loss."

But my Alpha, the man who loved this girl more than anything, was stronger. “Corin…” I whispered, my voice trembling in a way it never had before. I saw the red stain on the white sheet, the proof of her purity and her sacrifice. The realization stunned me. In the dark pit of Silver Stone, where cruelty ruled, she had preserved herself. She had not allowed them to defile her. She had saved this gift for me, and I had almost shattered it with my wild hunger. Desire nearly tore my body apart. The need pulsing in my lower stomach was painful, and the sweet scent of her heat clouded my mind like a drug. But I stayed still, half inside her, supporting myself with my arms above her so my weight wo

"It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?" "Because someone stole my life," I said, the surge of dark energy from earlier thrumming in my veins. Carl hadn't just gotten lucky. He’d found someone—a shadow-fixer, a rogue sorcerer—and they had systematically gutted me to build him up. I didn't just want to be the sacrifice anymore. I wanted the four days. I wanted to find the vessel. I wanted to rip my life back out of Carl’s throat and show the Hale family the monster they’d been coddling.

He took her in and cared for her like a sister. "Connor Weston!" Chris grabbed him by the collar, his eyes blazing. "You're an idiot. Sylvia loves you, and only you! "That ambush was an accident, a trap set by the Craw family! What does Mr. Kline's decision have to do with it? He sacrificed his life in that mission too!" Connor shoved his hand away. "I'm done talking about this. I have other work to do. As for Sylvia…" he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "When she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll come back on her own."

A claw raked past, close enough to flare pain up her forearm. Jane stabbed short—four tight jabs with her knife at the neck of the Direwolf. Low. Mean. Not for depth, for space. Tendon scraped. The creature recoiled, insulted, as blood streamed out from its wound. “Now!” Jane screamed. A red stick arced through the smoke. The old man had the cap off already, but it wasn’t lit. Jane caught it one-handed, almost dropped it, she recovered, twisted the end plug and tried to light it.

He told her. She tried to open the book, but the book would let her. Suddenly the book fell from her hands and crawled to the opposite side of the room and flipped open. This is where Sally learned that a sacrifice needed to be made. “Of course, it does.” She said. “What is it?” Johnathan asked her. “What is the book saying?” “Something about a sacrifice.” She answered still not realizing she was the sacrifice. She looked up where the book had stopped and saw more of the hidden scroll.

Their relationship doesn't begin well, but with time, it all returns to normal, to her perfectly happy life. Happiness, however, does not last forever. ***** Welcome to an action-packed, adventure-filled world of high school drama. In a world filled with Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and other supernatural beings. Take a trip with Josette down a path filled with laughs and tears, sacrifices and betrayals, love and hate. Discover The White Wolf's Sacrifice by reading my book.