My Sacrifice To Make Dramione Novels & Stories

Yet, instead of regret, she reacted as if some invisible chain around her had finally been broken. She straightened her back, wiped the blood from her lips, grabbed Ezekiels' hand, and lifted her chin. Her expression was filled with a mix of triumph and self-important arrogance. "Go ahead and hit me all you want, Dad! Even if you beat me to death, I still won't regret a thing!" She swept her gaze across the crowd, her voice trembling with emotional intensity. "You guys don't understand what true love is! Who cares about those universities—or the Slater family inheritance?

"Draco do you miss your sister? Cause I don't, she was a horrible disgusting cunt and her death brings me happiness every day. I have zero regrets that I left her to die, in fact given the opportunity I'd push her off that cliff again to save my Anna." As I say those last words I begin to laugh, laugh at how much of a failure I am but become resolved to not fail Elle. I laugh at how ridiculous Draco is and I laugh knowing I may never get out of here. It's a strange peace that comes over me. Draco pulls a knife out of the side of his pocket

"Oh this? It's healing, don't worry about it." "Did Sire do this?" "I told you it was a challenge didn't I?" "I sincerely apologise on his behalf." Draco shook his head, turning his face away from the man in the bed and stalking towards the large open window before he looked down at the garden below, the garden full of baby plants ready to sprout into pretty flowers for a certain flower thief. Looking down, Draco patted Wraya's scaly body which was half way out of the room, considering he couldn't completely fit inside. "Don't worry about it. It was a necessary sacrifice."

Scarlett’s POV I sat in the bed, my spine straight and my eyes dry. Draco was going to let them live, on the condition that I stopped acting soft and pathetic. “What does he mean by the part he likes the most?” I asked myself. Did he mean my body? He already had it. If this was another one of his games, I would play it, not for him or his foolish and deluded pleasure but for them, my omegas. For Moana and for Miriam, for the survival of my girls he caged in silence.

Mine. But then I saw it…the raw agony in Drake’s eyes as he said he would step back. The way his hands trembled slightly before he fisted them. The absolute conviction in his voice when he said he would do it. ‘You love her that much,’ I had said. It’s not about love,’ he had lied. And in that moment, I understood the true depth of his sacrifice. This wasn’t about possession. It was about preservation. ‘For her,’ I had said. ‘I will do my duty.’

"It has to be freely given, not offered out of duty or love. It has to be a true sacrifice, made without obligation." "We're all obligated to protect you," I protested. "You're a child." "Exactly." Luna placed her small hands on the altar. "So I'll give it." "No!" Dante roared. But it was too late. Green light flowed from Luna into the altar, and she gasped, her knees buckling. The vines released us. I ran to Luna, catching her before she hit the ground. "Luna! What did you do?" "Gave what was asked." Her voice was weak. "Years. I gave years of my life."

When he told me he would settle the matter, I thought he was only lying to her to make her come down so that we could capture her, but seeing the way he held her hand and prevented me from touching her, I knew there was something else involved. I was confused. As far as I could remember, Darwin had always loved Lucas, and he never loved anyone else. What is going on? Darwin looked at me. “Sacrifice needs to be made, Darin.” He replied to me simply, and my eyes twitched. “Sacrifice? And who is the sacrifice that must be made?” I questioned. He looked at Anabella before returning his gaze to me. “Me. I'm going to sacrifice myself. You don't need to worry about anything, Darin. As I said, I've

He said, and I shook my head. "No, I must die... I will not condemn her to a life of darkness... I would rather free her from the burden..." I said, and he took a deep breath. "PROMISE ME!" I grunted, my beast getting restless. He was an asshole, he was becoming feral with the pain that all the experiments had caused, but deep down, he loved her just as much as I did... and we were both willing to make the sacrifice for her. Dominic closed his eyes, and then his eyes flashed red. "I promise,"

“They would kill everyone in my pack.” Silence. “I thought I could save you later.” I stared at him. “You thought you could kill me and bring me back?” “No.” His voice cracked. “I thought if I gave them what they wanted, they would leave everyone else alive.” “And did they?” He looked away. “No.” I felt tears burn my eyes. “You sacrificed me for nothing.” “Yes.” His voice was barely audible. “And I have regretted it every day.” I didn't know what to say. For years, I had wanted Damon to suffer.

The door burst open. Jason looked up to see Drago running toward them, pure hate in his eyes. “Dark Lord,” he smiled, grabbing Madchen by the hair, pulling her to his knees. Drago stopped in his tracks at his words. He masked his anger and sadness, seeing his mate bloodied, with her dress ripped wide open, exposing her. But he had to be careful, had to act the part if he was going to save her. “I know you care little for this woman.I offer her up to you as a sacrifice.” Madchen could only stare up at Drago.