Princess Sacrifice Translation Novels & Stories

A BIT CRANKY “You know, just because things don’t go out the way we want it, doesn’t mean that we won’t have happiness in our life. Queen Ingrid said as she held Princess Eretria’s hand, as they sat together in the royal chambers. “But mother, why do you always do things that make you sad? Why do you keep silent and suffer in silence, when you can leave? You don’t have to do this. Princess Era said as the queen shook her head. “It is all about self-sacrifice. You don’t understand this, now, but in the future you will. Because very soon you will have to fight for what you want, and even though it seems like something that wouldn’t benefit, even if you think that you are not enough to get it,

What’s the reason? The Moon Goddess smiled, “It’s because both of you haven’t proven your love for each other yet… True love is willing to sacrifice to save the one they loved the most. That’s what King Dominique had done in the past. He sacrificed himself to save you. That’s an act of true love.” Everly’s heart started to beat so fast as she asked anxiously, “So you mean to say, a sacrifice must be made to prove that its true love?” “You are right… Hans Lee had proven that again when he took the bullet that was supposed to be yours… And you also had proven yourself when you sacrificed yourself to save them all. That’s an act of true love.” The Moon Goddess waved her right hand slightly and

"Listen please, let us guide you away from the battle, you will be given sanctuary in the palace until this is all over. Please, let me help you. I'm Princess Aynyra and I'm part Fae, but I'm still here to help!" The people glanced at each other, waiting in hesitation. Some looked at her as if she was about to burst into flames and devour them all. The hesitation was costing them all precious time. She ground her teeth, trying to think of a way to get them to move. Then a blast nearby caused the house next to them to crumble, rubble tumbling into the street. Right as it was about to crush them, Aynyra sent her magic, turning the rubble into snow, that glittered as it softly fell onto the peo

a muscle worked in Aurien’s jaw. “Love’s sacrifice,” Leamoira sighed. “Lambs, and dragons.” “A princess is a sacrificial lamb,” Liera said with confidence. “Princesses have always been sacrificed, sold into trade agreements, married unwilling, raised to be decorative and helpless…” “Sacrificed to gods,” Rivyn added. “And dragons.” “Hmm,” Aurien flicked Rivyn a look from the corner of his eye. “The princess with a dragon’s heart,” Leamoira looked at Liera. “To provide a brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom. Princess Tarragon is certainly that and the prophecy calls for a daughter…”

she shouted at him, her hands in fists at her sides. “What isn’t fair?” he questioned, tipping his head to the side to study her. “This!” she said. “These parents who think that their children are gone, that they’ve been eaten by a dragon, when they’re really here, alive and well!” Slate sighed and folded his arms across his muscular chest. “Listen, Nya, I have no control over what kingdom leaders tell their subjects. No one has ever said that the sacrifices would be eaten. We don’t even call them sacrifices! They’re donations.”

he began, his deep voice strangely suited to storytelling, "deep beneath the ocean waves, lived a young mermaid princess with hair as dark as midnight..." "Like mine!" Aria interrupted excitedly, touching her own dark curls. Alexander smiled, his eyes softening. "Yes, exactly like yours, little wolf." As he continued reading, his confidence grew. When he reached the part where the mermaid sacrificed her voice for human legs, Thea asked with concern, "Why would she give up something so important for a prince?" Alexander paused, looking at me over the girls' heads. "Sometimes," I answered gently, "when you love someone deeply, you're willing to sacrifice parts of yourself to be with them."

Now she realised. She had sacrificed herself. First. Before everything. Before anything. She had given up who she was to become who they needed. That was the ultimate sacrifice. The deepest loss. The most profound gift. And now she finally knew about it. Finally understood it. Finally acknowledged it. She had sacrificed herself. Completely. Totally. Absolutely. To become Hope. To be Hope. To remain Hope. She had given herself up. For them. For everyone. For existence. And that sacrifice mattered. That loss counted. That gift was real.

"It does. If the witches are that scared of the Banshee, what did they sacrifice to increase their leverage?" Cyre let out a sigh. "What's important now is that the weapon is gone, Alessia." "If I am to do this, I have to know everything. What was the sacrifice?" I ask again, firmly. She heaves. "Twelve virgins. All buried alive!"

I asked the high priestess and turned to stare at Kieran who then gave me a reassuring gaze. "This isn't just a sign. It's a punishment. This is a spell! Unfortunately, the people will have to suffer it for as long as it stays. One person has to die for it to vanish though." She said to us and I frowned. "Who?" I asked her. "It's not about that fact." She said and did some incantations and then looked up. It goes in two ways. Either you pluck out the root of this problem or sacrifice a strong royal blood from the palace." She said to us and the air became stiff. "Luna Storm, I know you want the best for this pack, but can you sacrifice your life or that of Alpha Kieran to save it?" She then