Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

“Do you remember the boy you ordered to be killed at Gods Peak? You tried to convince me it was about justice—how the low-born and the poor would have a better life under your iron rule. How you believed justice only came through merciless punishment of any crime. But I’m telling you, that wasn’t justice. Killing that boy wasn’t justice. Sacrifice isn’t justice. It’s slaughter! Only a bastard and a coward would mistake slaughter for justice.” I felt my eyes burn and my voice hoarse from the emotion bubbling in my chest. “Who gave you the power to define what sacrifice was necessary? Do you think you’re a hero? A savior? No. You’re just a coward! You’re just too afraid to face the real world

Kaelith let me stay near Alaric before he went back inside to do something to Red. Alaric approached me, my body collapsed to the ground again, a burning sensation still radiating from my neck to my chest. I clung to him, we were both wounded, but we had to hold on. “This is a different book, one with a crucial section that Father has been hiding all this time.” Alaric quickly flipped through the pages of the book, each page was filled with ancient symbols and writing. “What do you mean?” I asked him. “This ritual was never supposed to require a soul sacrifice,” Alaric replied.

Every step I took echoed like I was walking on the bones of the forgotten. I searched for one particular tome—not the ones the blood priests taught, but a volume sealed by my father’s own hand. The only one he forbade me from ever touching. But I didn’t care tonight. My fingers trembled as I touched the cracked leather cover—its surface marked with scarlet letters that almost seemed to breathe: “The Pact of the Switched Blood.” --- One page. That was all it took to unravel everything. > “Year 1837. A bride refused the sacrifice. She offered her younger sister instead.”

From the look on his face he'd managed to finish reading the demon book. "Liam?" I looked back and forth between them as Sassy turned toward the statue, crystal in his hand. "Tell me." "Syd, you have to stop him." Liam lurched forward, but the demon shield held him back. "The book he was reading. It wasn't just about demon sacrifice. It was about human as well." Sacrifice? My heart clenched as I drove my power into the shield. My demon lashed out, still in pain, but ignoring it as best we both could. It seemed everything I threw at it was simply absorbed.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

2) S A A N V I 3) R A A N I S A O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S A R E M E N T I O N E D L A T E R I N T H E C H A P T E R S " Sometimes the rose has to burn to let the flames cry a song of agony and stealth anguish, a burn so fiery to melt down the sinner into ashes. His sin, the tainted love, all nothing but cinders and whispers of the wind who had witnessed him unleash the demon hidden beneath the layers and layers of a beautiful persona, too magnetic to bewitch every soul but hers "

“Two souls. One fights. The magic is corrupted!” The Crone called from her island. “The violent soul rejects the sacrifice! It will not let go!” Elidra, balanced on the edge of nothing, understood. The soul born of theft and violence would not die easily. It would rather keep her alive so it could live too. The dragon’s talon pressed harder. The pull grew stronger and tried to tear both souls free. True agony filled her spirit. She was being pulled apart. Cassian saw her body shake. He saw the mixed light pouring from her. He understood right away. The sacrifice was failing because part of her was fighting back.

The heat hit my frozen skin like a physical blow, and it hurt because everything hurt, the warmth and the light and the eyes of the nobles who lined the walls, dozens of them and hundreds of them, all watching and all smiling and all waiting to see what would happen to the latest sacrifice. They dragged me to the center of the room and forced me back to my knees, and the stone floor was cold against my skin, colder than the snow had been, and I stared at the black stone with its red veins running through it like blood, like the blood of all the sacrifices who had come before me, who had knelt in this same spot and waited for the same fate. "The sacrifice," someone announced, and their voice

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” I pushed another copy toward him. “What about this one?” He examined it carefully, then shook his head. “Still not there.” I felt something tighten inside my chest, and I pulled out the newest copy that had been kept in the royal collection. I placed it beside the others and pointed to the same passage. There it was. Sacrifice. The marked woman must be sacrificed. I stared at the word until the ink seemed to blur before my eyes. “That changes everything,” I whispered.

Andrew clenched his fist because of what he heard. "Bryan's mission was to give a living sacrifice to the Great Spirit Wolf. I heard everything that the Great Spirit Wolf told Bryan. At first, I was shocked, but the Great Spirit Wolf is a good spirit wolf. Bryan's is at fault. He didn't try to analyze what the Great Spirit Wolf told him, instead he took it easy and made a mistake. He sacrifices his Luna for the sake of this pack, but the Great Spirit Wolf gives a disaster in this pack after the sacrificial ceremony," Kyle said. Everyone was dumbfounded. They can't believe the revelation they heard. Suddenly, everyone started to fall down on the ground and lost their consciousness. All the re