Princess Sacrifice Novels & Stories

“He will be your downfall.” A cold chill ran through me. Esther continued, her voice laced with something almost like pity. “Love has always been the weakness of witches. It blinds them, leads them to ruin. Sometimes by betrayal, sometimes by sacrifice.” Althea stiffened beside me, but I barely noticed. My mind was reeling. “How many sacrifices have you already made for this pack, Prisca?” Esther asked. “How much have you given up? And now, you are about to make another one.”

She was no more with them, she had paid her life off for the betterment. The negativity from the castle was absorbed by her, her body took away all the pain from the castle and carried it along with her. Leaving behind health and some level of prosperity, gifting the lands back what they gave it to her. Giving all the love and hope back to the earth which raised her, paying all her debts back to it. That was the greatest of the sacrifices that the castle got to have, which really gave a slap to the face of the devil who ever thought weak of the princesses to feed upon. They failed to approach her, she was in better hands and in the better lands.

“You’re interrupting a delicate negotiation, Moretti. The princess and I were just discussing… sacrifices.” Vesper’s gaze flicked to Elara, demanding answers, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Because she knew what came next. A life for a life. The Wraith King’s deal was simple: to break the prophecy that bound them—to ensure neither she nor Vesper had to die—she had to name someone else in their place. A willing sacrifice. But how could she do that? How could she condemn an innocent soul for their freedom? Vesper’s voice was low, dangerous. “You think I’ll let her bargain with you?”

Blood spilled, bright gold and liquid silver, magic-laced, royal-born, flame-forged. She raised her bleeding hand toward the heavens and screamed: “Take me!” The realm convulsed. The rift above howled like a dying god. The voice stuttered, faltering for the first time. "You offer yourself… in place of both?" “Yes!” she cried. The blood from her hand dripped down her wrist, sizzling as it hit the white ground. “Their lives are not mine to sacrifice. If you demand payment, demand it from me.” "One cannot rule without loss."

Princess Maya was being held captive in the dungeons beneath the royal castle. Her golden tiara was still attached to her blond hair while she was forced to wear a very sexy clothing that barely covered her breasts. Her slim, sexy body had to be visible to have a better effect on the slave trader. A large troll, about two meters tall and carrying a fat belly, was blocking the door. Lord Nogard's orders were that the princess was not allowed to leave under any circumstances. The princess was fully aware of her cousin's intentions to sell her and she also knew about the imminent invasion of the northern creatures. The news about the death of her father and brother had been too much for her and

Somewhere out there, Natalie is ready to fight these men until her last breath. We orchestrated this plan years ago, already knowing that one of them would be assassinated. It was only a matter of time. Still, losing them both is agony. I swallow my sorrow and grab the necklace around my neck, squeezing it tight. It's a simple heart-shaped pendant hanging from a rusty chain. It's also my most prized possession. This symbolizes Natalie and Adrian, their love for each other and me. I think of them now and the long days spent fantasizing about this very moment. I will not let their sacrifice be in vain.

“Do you know who I am? No? The Princess Royal, rightful heir to the late King Gregory of Vercia. Take me back to the palace and I will give each of you your body weight in gold coins.” Miriam gasped, not only at the treachery but because of the notion that she herself had been deemed to be worth so little. She didn’t blame Ketil for that; his offer had been a generous one. “We’ll pass.” Daphne looked astounded, until the self-appointed leader of the two villains added, “I’m more interested in your body, yellow hair, and once we’re ashore I can guarantee you a good time.” The oarsman suddenly let fly with his pole, the flat blade of which caught Sassa unawares, and she dropped like a stone, t

“We will reward her accordingly. She has also been cared for exceptionally well here. You do not need to feel indebted and blindly agree to her request, Rose. Offering one's life to the ruler is simply a matter of loyalty.” The Princess of Vogard understood the meaning behind the Grand Duke’s words. However, she could not bring herself to agree so easily. Having spent her life surrounded by people who only approached her for personal gain, Roselyn believed that Rieta's sacrifice was not something that could be forgotten just by handing over a few chests of gold coins. “Let's sleep, Kael. It's rare for us to be able to rest this early.” “You go on ahead, sweetheart. I would like to stay out h

But she knew they would not bother her kingdom so long as they made their yearly sacrifice. Last year, it had been a small girl named Priska Pinge. She was only ten and only a sliver of a thing. The dragon hadn’t been happy. Some might think it impossible to read a dragon’s expression, but Nya could tell he’d hoped for something more substantial. She figured the small girl wouldn’t hold his appetite over for the month it would take before the next Dragon Moon. The next month, it would be Davendwar’s turn to supply the dragon with a sacrifice. If they failed to do so, the entire kingdom would pay the price as the dragon would destroy village after village until the king relented and brought f

“Let me start from the very beginning. On the day of the sacrifice, you know what happened, right? Victoria took the spell on herself. It’s the rule, or you can say the demand of the sacrifice spell that whenever it is performed, a soul is needed to be sacrificed. That was the reason why Victoria decided to sacrifice herself in your place.