I Volunteer As Tribute Novels & Stories

"We can't have her making trouble on the way. Roric's guards are not to be messed with." They shoved me roughly into the back seat like a piece of cargo. My consciousness drifted. But I could clearly hear Blake's fawning voice on the phone. "Mr. Silas, the tribute is on its way. Her appearance, her scent… she's a ninety-percent match for the late Luna. The Alpha King will definitely be satisfied." Tribute. In their eyes, that's all I was. A tribute to decide their pack's fate. The city lights blurred past the window, finally stopping in front of a skyscraper that pierced the clouds.

"But it is through these sacrifices that we have learned the true value of loyalty, love, and resilience. We honor those who have fought beside us and those who watch over us from the celestial realms." The guards, standing tall and unwavering, bowed their heads in silent tribute, paying homage to the fallen warriors who had given their lives in service of the pack. The somber atmosphere that settled over the hall was a reminder of the sacrifices made and the responsibility that rested upon Caleb and his pack.

“You Supremacy, we will not disappoint you. But may I be bold to ask, what do we receive in exchange?” “You’re negotiating?” Nesca looked at the human tribute again. “I will not ask for myself, but please remove the curse on her body. She is just a human, Your Supremacy.” “Hmm, you have a soft spot for humans, I see.” “Please, I will do everything to eliminate the threats surrounding the Black Palace,” Nesca pleaded. “Fine. If you complete this task, you will become my favored tribute. You will receive protection, resources, and a position no other tribute can obtain. As for that human, as long as she does not betray me, I will remove her curse.”

"You don't deserve your powers, Maya… you are a waste of a vessel." I said. "I'm a waste? And what? You think you can do better?" She spat at me. "I know I can do better, that's why I'm unburdening you with it. You are unstable and need someone to share that power with, I volunteer as tribute," I grinned. "Stay away from Lydia, she's done nothing wrong to you." "I will but you have to be cooperative. The priest will be here in two days. I expect your full cooperation."

I don’t know what to expect, but it certainly isn’t him dropping down to one knee and bowing his head. “Makayla Pride, I, Thane Lucas of Io, thank you. And before the witness present and the Moon Goddess herself, I vow to serve and protect you for as long as I shall live.”

Trudeau’s POV Guillemette raised his hand last minute. “I volunteer for this tribute.” His voice is so crisp and clear, the utter shock it brings to the half-witted morons on the other end of the table was why I orchestrated this meeting in the first place. “Guill—”

… Three years later, Emilio and I weren't just perfect partners at work—we had also become irreplaceable in each other's lives. We visited an orphanage on Valentine's Day, showering the orphans with love and care. As I stood by on the sidewalk while waiting for my car, I spotted the Capo of the Lamperti family. "Is it really you, Ms. Juliano? I wasn't sure if it was. You're so beautiful now, and you're covered in branded clothes from head to toe. It's obvious that you're doing well for yourself.

“You’re very special. Our tribe needs your blood.” I blinked. “My blood?” “That’s right.” He stood and walked over to Vivian, circling her chair slowly. She whimpered through her gag, tears streaming down her face. “Someone like you only comes around once in a lifetime, if even that. If my tribe is going to come into our full power, then we need you amongst our ranks.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “What are you talking about?” “You don’t need to understand,” he said. “You just need to cooperate.”

Isabella sat across from Velis at a table large enough to seat thirty, the distance between them measured and deliberate. Her plate held beef—rare enough to still bleed, but recognizably bovine. Civilized. Velis's plate told a different story. "The tribute system has been quite successful," he said, cutting into his steak. The meat was pale, marbled with fat, unmistakably human. "Your people have been... cooperative." Isabella's grip tightened on her knife. "They had little choice in the matter." "Choice is a luxury for the victorious." Another delicate cut, another bite. "Though I must say, Your Majesty's personal contribution has been particularly... generous."

After his death his son now looks after the NGO. “Thanks to your donations. If it weren’t for you then it wouldn’t have been a NGO but a supermall. And these orphans and elderly people would have nowhere to go” Mr. Callisto said in an indebted voice. “I just did what anyone would have done. Anyone would save his home. I did the same. My first home is HOME. And because of this I got a sweet family.” Chris said with a smile. Then he continued, “I’m indebted to Mr Judas for bringing me here. He’s like my grandfather. May he rest in peace” He said the last words being sad. “You turned out to be a great gentleman, your mom and dad must be proud of you,” Mr Callisto said. “I hope so too,” He said.