Cruel Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

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

“It’s my daughter’s duty—she was born to sacrifice herself for the family, to use her body in exchange for the greatest treasure in the sea: the secrets of the merfolk! This discovery is going to help humankind truly evolve, as the law of the jungle dictates! Her sacrifice is for the development and sacrifice of humankind…’ He was truly insane. The fascists had produced a madman of the truest sense of the word, and there was no saving him. I leaned against the wall in despair, reluctant to even say a single word. This so-called sacrifice in the name of family was the height of folly, but I had no right to point fingers or say anything to salvage this situation. After all, the protagonist of

"How do you expect it to smell after being here for four days? I planned this on the day of the hunting competition but you and Zedekiel just had to disappear. It’s alright, though. There’s nothing in the books that says the blood has to be fresh. The necessary sacrifices have already been made. You just need to give up your body to me." Prince Ron’s eyes widened in horror. "W-What do you mean by the necessary sacrifices? Did you kill your own people?" His stomach churned at the thought. The Elves were such nice creatures. They didn't do anything wrong. How could Prince Kayziel kill them? "Oh relax. I just killed like, 10 Elves." Prince Kayziel replied as his pearl lifted into the air and la

“You came to this town after cutting ties with everyone because they did not respect your decision and since then, you never came back. Did you know how hurt everyone felt, especially mother? Do you even care about the family at all despite all they have done for you?” “Did the family care about me?” Caitlin asked and shook her head. “You all don’t want me to live a happy life and that was it. I was finally settling down and then the book of prophecy came alive and you all want me to give my daughter to you for a ritual?” “It is a sacrifice, Caitlin. A sacrifice to save all mankind. We are not just talking about our race here.” “Can you listen to yourself too? If it were you, would you allow

They splashed water on the bonfire — declaring war and death if the ‘Word of Honor’ is not met. “10 years ago, you promised me one of your daughters, George Starling.” Alpha Kevin growled, long claws growed on his fingers. “I am here to claim that promise.” Corinthian tried to stop the word of honor from happening. In the end, the noble steed of our pack was killed. Now here I am. I was prepared to surrender. But this… this is too much! "Can you stop staring at me?” I whispered, voice trembling in shame and anger. “Can you… can you please leave and give me some time. Alone. I just —”

I slapped him hard across the face. "I can't stand betrayal, Matthew. You let another woman carry your child. "You've crossed the line," I said, my voice dripping with disgust. Matthew's world seemed to crumble as he let out a roar, shaking his head like he was trying to wake up from a nightmare. "I've already had my assistant deal with the child, and I've cut her out of my life for good. I won't mess up again. Please, give me another chance to make things right with you," he pleaded.

Dust rose in the air as I flipped through the brittle pages, my eyes scanning the ancient symbols. My lips curled into a smirk. The Dark Spirit could reject a vessel, but it could not escape a binding. I turned to the next page, reading the details carefully. The ritual required a sacrifice—not just any sacrifice, but a soul strong enough to rival the Dark Spirit’s will. A soul filled with hatred, rage, and untamed power. I slammed the book shut. I already knew who that sacrifice would be. By the time I left the archives, my plan was clear. I summoned my trusted lieutenant— Varian.

The particular threat of someone who could burn the Hall to ash and was choosing to speak instead. “Victory built on unwilling sacrifice is not victory. It is theft. It is murder dressed in rhetoric. The god of wisdom asks what may be sacrificed for victory and what must never be. I say this: the only thing you have the right to sacrifice is yourself. Your comfort. Your safety. Your life, if you choose. But never another’s. Never the innocent’s. Never the outcast’s, simply because their blood is cheaper than yours and their screams don’t reach your ears.”

"It won't be long before the police arrive to drag you both away. I want you to pay with your lives, but letting you two die a quick death would be far too easy on you. "You deserve to rot in prison for the rest of your lives and never see the light of day again!" Chloe's expression shifted at my words. She cowered behind Lionel and pitifully begged, "I never told you to kill that child, Lionel. I even said I was willing to be her mother… "Now, our baby is still so young, and he can't grow up without a mother. I spent the first half of my life waiting for you and barely escaped death just to give you a son. Are you going to ruin the last half of it paying for your selfish actions?"

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.