I Volunteer As Tribute Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I offer to be a tribute in place of my sister.” The vampire guard paused, confused. “No one has ever volunteered before.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you attempting to deceive us some way? That will not work.”

I saw that people were gathering and Beta Heimdall was standing on a raised platform while several of the Omegas from our pack were bringing out the tribute items. Beta Heimdall inspected the items and seemed to be satisfied. He got to the end of the list and ordered the maids from his pack to store away the tributes. "I expected you to show your appreciation to Devil Claw Wolfpack for receiving this tribute from you and not taking extreme measures against you despite the fact that you're a loser." He told my father and walked towards him. He stood before him and forced his head downwards to bow. He made him keep that position for several minutes and by the time he was released, father had n

We don't sacrifice them. But the memory of five broken bodies silences that voice. "I'm sorry," I whisper to the cub, though the words feel hollow, inadequate. "Your life will have meaning. I swear it. You will be the last." I step into the clearing, moving toward the center where a flat stone sits half-buried in the earth. The traditional place of offering. Generations of Alphas before me have placed tributes here, their hearts as heavy as mine, their resolve perhaps stronger.

“Instead of throwing people into a cursed river like some archaic sacrifice, we’ll take a bowl of water from the river where wolfsbane grows. Each volunteer will immerse their hand. The one who withstands it the longest will prove their rank.” The murmurs rose again, louder this time. I could see the relief on some faces and the unease on others. “It’s fair,” someone finally said. “It’s better than dying,” another agreed. Avan frowned, clearly dissatisfied, but he finally nodded. “Fine. We’ll do it your way.” The tension in the crowd lessened, though it didn’t disappear entirely. “Who will the volunteers be?,” Someone asked. Avan’s gaze landed on me. “Asher will represent the hybrids. That w

Those belonged to us. “I am not the best person to comment,” he added. “Mabel has the stories. She made a friend. And she secured a tribute from Steelbite.” Tanisha’s face flashed in my mind. Friend was a good word. My chest warmed. “What tribute?” Vivian asked. She sounded curious and careful. “Zane will negotiate,” I said. “When it is set, you will know more than me.”

"We cannot insult any of the ancient lords. Your reputation and connections mean they'll judge our entire family by the quality of your offerings." I looked at them all - the family I'd saved, supported, and elevated to positions they never could have reached alone. "Of course. You all go rest. I'll handle everything." The moment they all retreated to their day-sleep, I acted. The tribute gifts I'd spent six months preparing - rare blood wines aged for centuries, enchanted jewelry from master craftsmen, ancient grimoires from my personal collection, mystical artifacts that took months to acquire. Total value: over $20 million.

“And I’ll bet you’ve been hearing that all day.” Wade smiled. “That I have. I’m Wade, the dishwasher,” he explained for what must have been the zillionth time. “Pops is home with his sprained ankle propped up, and Dixie’s manning the stove. That leaves me to be your server.” “I’d heard Dixie had hired someone from out of town. That must be you.” “There’s nothing wrong with the grapevine in this town.” “Not a thing. Welcome to Tribute.” The man stuck out his hand for a shake. “I’m Bill Gray, with the Tribute Banner.”

And I was now a part of them. "Thank you." The words just unconsciously escaped my mouth. "For what?" Trevor asked, looking keenly at me. "For everything," I replied. "I'm sure the rest feel the same way I do, but may not have had it in them to express their gratitude." "I pledge my fealty and loyalty to you, my Alpha, Trevor Vanderholt." Trevor looked at me, narrowing his gaze at me. He just chuckled and nodded, turning his face as he undid his shirt.

The mated alphas and betas were seated in the next biggest tent. Alpha Nathan stood upon the end of the trumpet’s sound. Raising his goblet, he started his welcome speech as the host of the Tribute Ceremony. “Welcome, distinguished guests!” He raised his goblet as a sign of toast. “It is my great honor to live and tell the tale of hosting the prestigious Tribute Ceremony of this generation, providing hope and connecting with the grace of the Moon Goddess once more.” On cue, howls of gratitude toward the Moon Goddess rang within the misty forest.

That she was indeed a kind older woman. Viva smiled at her words but only did she know that she would be her next victim. Viva was the one that had first sold out the red Crescent pack to Trix. She was the one that made It easy for the rogues to come in but due to the fact, that the rogues were made to swear an oath of secrecy, no one had ever known she was the one.