I Became The Sacrificial Princess Novels & Stories

"The ritual is over. I killed the Alderdices like you asked, so let Victor go and you can do whatever you want with me." Sarah laughed. "Oh, sweetie, the ritual isn't over. It hasn't even begun." She frowned. "You said if I killed them—” "Staking those old geezers was just a test for you to prove you had a backbone. The ritual states that the princess must consume the still-beating hearts of two supernatural creatures." She grinned, gesturing to the crowd. "As you can see, we have a buffet of them." Her stomach lurched, but there was no emotion behind the reaction, only physical disgust. "Consume? As in eat?"

He was not able to understand how to explain it, but she understood this crazy person very well. "There is a ritual. The girl on whose head the prince puts his crown in front of all the people becomes his queen, but because I am the heiress princess of my kingdom, the boy I put the crown on in front of the people of my kingdom will be….” Now she was telling that he got down from his bed and takes the golden crown of diamonds and placed it on Ivan's head. It was hanging on the forehead from one side of the hair. "I don't know how many people and how this ritual will be done. You are the heiress princess of your kingdom, but at the moment you are a maid in the golden palace of the kingdom of R

Her words echoed with a sense of devotion and readiness. The priestess, pleased with Madissa's response, turned her attention to Princess Nerissa. With a gentle demeanor, she signed the question to Nerissa, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Princess Nerissa, and what do you sign to this?" the priestess signed, her hands poised in anticipation. Princess Nerissa's veil concealed her face, but the depth of her emotions was palpable. A small tear dispersed in the water as she lifted her hands to sign her response. Her signs carried a mix of joy and vulnerability. "I accept and offer my everything," she conveyed, her words carrying a weight of sincerity. "I am willing to sacrifice m

Not even her own father could protect her from the darkness that now surrounded her. Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, Isabel had finally embraced her true identity. She had taken on the mantle of a princess with grace, diving into the lessons of etiquette and royal decorum that she had once been denied. The people of Ilyana's realm were captivated by her transformation. They admired her poise, beauty, and the gentle strength she exhibited, earning her the adoration of the subjects who saw in her a reflection of her mother’s regal nature.

But it was too late. "If you want to kill me, just kill me already," I told them. I wasn't scared anymore. After all, this life wasn't even mine to begin with. I wasn't the real Abby. My name was Greya, as what Zhask had told me. Yes, I might be a princess, but that title was not something I was borne with. It was something I earned, by accepting an Alpha Prince as a mate. They could always change me, find a new mate, and make her a new princess. A part of me thought it was better to die right now, considering I might save the throne and title for Zhask. If I make that sacrifice, I would be able to help Zhask secure his position as the next Alpha King.

To the world, I'm Sophia Romano—the family's wild, radiant princess. Vincent is the mafia heir—stoic, controlled, the very picture of restraint. But every night, he grips my waist, fucking me until my legs go weak while whispering my name over and over: "Principessa." He just doesn't know that in two weeks, I'm marrying someone else. The sheets are still damp with our shared heat. I lie in bed, catching my breath as Vincent rises to dress.

She responded as she turned to Ich. "Then, explain." Ich glared at her. "NOW." Ich quickly regained his breath then he crossed his arms, looking warily at Alesteria as she guiltily looks on the ground. Alesteria knows that she couldn't just say that she is the princess or that the people that chased them are the princes of the empire. Though, she couldn't hide the fact she is, indeed, not a commoner. So, there is only one choice left. "I wan away from hwome."

I have the strength of my parents and the love of the guys in my life I guess its time now to start living. The next morning we awoke to an alarm of rouges at the border, thank god for Theodora building the huts, my guards have somewhere to stay, so fighting the rouges where always easy with there help. Is this how my life will be from now on? Yes. We are werewolves we will always be fighting and now that I'm the queen of the vampires, I will be an easy target but the bright side is we are always prepared, will I change anything? hell no. I started of this journey as a Hybrid princess and end it as a Hybrid queen, my only hope now is to move on and live finally enjoy life, the life my parent

Lian whispered, shocked and troubled breaths; Was his eyes red, I swear I saw them change, who is this, but what is this thing, is he human like us or what, oh my God what did I get myself into, his words were entering my heart like bullets I can almost feel her pain really, no no no no I won't stay in this Hell another moment, I'll escape from this hell before something happens to me Princess Lian returned to the kingdom of the winds, swearing to forget everything, as she decided to rebel against her father and not enter any races again, once is enough for her and one loss is enough for her

Instantly, I felt my knees turn to jelly. Adrian and Heather had known. They had known who I really was from the very beginning. A sacrifice… Was that what I was all those years ago, back when I was a scared toddler in a blizzard? A sacrifice gone wrong? How long had Heather and Adrian been tasked with making sure the job was finished? I stared at them incredulously, revulsion thrumming through me. My wolf bristled inside of me, yearning for vengeance. “Kill them,” I heard her say. “You are the princess. You have the right to kill the traitors.”