I Became The Sacrificial Princess Novels & Stories

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

No wonder where I got my beautiful face from. I could remember slowly, my past memories with my mother, how I use to run around the castle with.jer and sneaking out from my room after my bedtime stories to watch the moon and get some air. I was once a princess. Living my life to the fullest. Then I was the one to command and not the one to be commanded. Balls of tears drop from my eyes as I think about how things suddenly changed. I never knew I was a sacrifice. It happened that the Lycans had made an agreement with my father to sacrifice their first child to them years ago before my father became an Alpha.

He majestically walked back to his throne "Can I know you by your names?" He said "I'm Alex" Alex said "The alpha of the pack" The B-Lord nodded his head "I'm Irene. The princess" "The ninth princess to be precise" The B-Lord said "Yes" I replied "I'm Liam. A soldier of the pack "I'm Sabrina. The priestess of the pack" "I'm Darcy. A soldier of the pack" "I'm Jack. The brother of the princess" The B-Lord looked at Jack intensively and said "Something didn't really add up in your story Jack"

Commanding without force. Kiana. The name settles deeper this time. I repeat it silently. Once. Then again. Kiana. So this is who she is. Not just a girl moving through ashes. Not just a quiet force among the broken. Something more. Something that demands recognition, whether I want it or not. I lean back into the shadows, expression unreadable, thoughts sharp once more. The moment whatever it was shatters completely. Clarity returns. Cold. Precise. Controlled. Princess. Of Ethra.

"He's been manipulated just like I have. He doesn't deserve to die for your plan." "Oh, but he does," Isabella said. "You see, the ritual requires very specific ingredients. The blood of a manipulated predator, freely given. The life force of a hybrid, willingly sacrificed. And the presence of the blood moon to thin the barriers between worlds." She gestured to Noah. "He has been playing the role of manipulated predator perfectly. And you, my dear, are going to play the role of willing sacrifice." "I'll never willingly sacrifice myself for you," I said.

The princess bowed to the fire and sat in front of it cross legged with folded hands. A huge sack of coconuts were placed on either side of her. A big garland of flowers was ornamented on her like a necklace. Before her were pictures of ancient Arabic Gods. Two disciples stood on either side of her. Each one of them took a coconut and broke it with force on her head. The process continued. The princess not even flinches as she sat there unmoving as in an oblation to fire. Her only desire was to end the beast by any means. "Give me the most torturous death for his end should be as threatening as mine." She declared with her head held high in valor and power even when she was walking towards

Queen Isolde was the first to break it, her regal composure cracking slightly. "Spoons?" she exclaimed, her voice incredulous. "Iron spoons? My King, surely this man's recording device is faulty! Our daughter, the heir to the vast wealth of Equedore, wouldn't risk her reputation, our family's honor, for a couple of common eating utensils!"

“They are not normal humans. Lysandra modified them.” The king, pale and trembling, rasped from behind the boulder, “She wants her army on Earth. She wants to rule both worlds.” The central soldier raised his weapon steadily. “By command of Queen Lysandra,” he called across the clearing, “the vessel will surrender. Now.” The wolves raised their defenses. Marek positioned himself directly in front of me. My magic rose again, hotter and stronger than before. And even with the fear pounding through my chest, I stepped forward.

“Well, the Princess didn’t lie to you. She was an Omega.” “And how is that possible?!” I scowled. Is this greyhead trying to mess with me? “Isla is the legitimate daughter of the Lord Alpha so she’s of an Alpha blood and not an Omega.” “Your theory isn’t wrong. That’s the conventional way we see it. But some things defy the usual. Some things don’t follow or obey the norms… like Isla’s sacrifice.” “What sacrifice are you talking about?” I asked, my impatience growing. I wanted to know where she was headed with the explanation.

She climbed off the horse with hands wrapped in a glove she dropped the hood revealing who she was. The crowd around gasped and murmured either surprised she was still alive or rather shocked she graced them with her presence with no protection and a formal royal attire. She walked with shaky legs through the crowd till her gaze fell on the dissembled corpse of her parents. She went through the five stages of grief in that moment and that was the night Daci died and then came the birth of Princess Daciana. PRINCESS DACIANA