Princess Sacrifice Translation Novels & Stories

Then one stepped forward-most definitely taller than the others-her face completely veiled, her voice unnervingly calm: "Then you will prove your worth, through sacrifice." “What kind of sacrifice?” Orion asked, eyes flicking from the witches to the bowl on the stone. “Each of you must take from the other what cannot be replaced,” she said. That sent a chill through me. “What does that mean?” The tallest witch didn’t answer. Instead, she gestured toward the pedestal. Orion stepped closer, peering into the bowl. He frowned. “It’s not just blood.” “It’s a binding. A mirror,” one witch whispered from the shadows. “It takes what you offer and returns nothing. Your truth, your soul. Depends on wh

“Speak clearly, Madraya. What are you saying?” Madraya licked her dry, chapped lips, glancing between Thane and Maverick as if seeking reassurance. When none was given, she took a shaky breath. “Only a great sacrifice shall balance the scale, My Queen. There’s a ritual — ancient and forbidden….” Madraya stared at me as the air in the temple suddenly shifted. “Power for power. A great sacrifice for a great sacrifice. A blood for a blood.”

Her brow furrowed, and for a moment, she looked… afraid. “It showed me a sacrifice,” she murmured. “A great sacrifice that must be made to defeat the evil that is coming.” My blood ran cold. “What kind of sacrifice?” She didn’t answer right away, and that silence unnerved me more than anything. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “Elena, what kind of sacrifice?” I repeated, my tone more urgent. Her eyes met mine, and the weight of her words hit me before she even spoke them. “The sacrifice of the true mate.”

I growled angrily. She laughed hysterically. "See that's what you don't seem to understand. You call them sacrifices but you are not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin word, Sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil" she laughed darker, "And it is necessary for me to have the Shaul's magic. It's was meant for me and you won't stop me" I tried breaking free but Rowena's magic kept me pinned.

This girl have been working hard for this test and made a lot of sacrifice so I genuinely want her to get good results and be an official knight who will serve for this empire. She has been passionate and has a clear dream so of course, I want to cheer for her as her bestfriend Actually, what made me amazed is she sacrificed something important just to achieve her goal. I was really in awe as soon as I heard the news. If that was me, I don't think I can do so. After all, sacrificing something is just too scary for me to bare. I'd rather just go on a lowkey sude than to rause higher and achieve my goal.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstand.” “The ritual did not demand the death of your child. It demanded a powerful sacrifice," it said. My breath hitched but I remained unfazed. “We both know sacrifice and death are the same thing,” I spat. The silhoutte’s expression did not change. "Are they?"

The glow faded, leaving just one lock remaining. Sacrifice. I looked at Beatrice, and my heart started pounding. "The third key. Sacrifice. What does that mean? What do I have to give up?" Beatrice's expression was somber. "That's not something I can tell you, Jessie. The sacrifice has to be yours to choose, yours to understand. But I will tell you this: a sacrifice isn't always about death. Sometimes it's about letting go. Sometimes it's about choosing what matters most, even when the cost is unbearable."

“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.

"No, please..." "How dare you feast on your King's sacrifice?" Alexander spoke, and the maid shrunk, hiding her face. "Sacrifice," the word echoed in Dua's head. She looked at Alexander, and then at the maid, then at Alexander again. "No," she muttered, her feet giving away as she fell unconscious. Alexander moved swiftly, catching her before she reached the ground. The door opened, and a guard walked in, going on one knee before Alexander. "Your Majesty."

Only then did I finally understand— Love isn’t sacrifice. It isn’t “the greater good.” It isn’t choosing everyone else over her. Love is choosing her first. And by the time I learned that truth— She was already gone.