Princess Sacrifice Translation Novels & Stories

She was an elegant woman who loved to cook, so a perpetual sweet, honey-like scent lingered around her, reminiscent of cookies fresh out of the oven. "You personally prepared the Alpha King's dinner that night, and he couldn't stop praising the food. Seems like the mate he wants is you." Thus, for the sake of our survival, Dad had no choice but to grit his teeth and send the dressed-up Vanessa to the palace. She was ripped to pieces by the infuriated Alpha King. The following time loops, Dad sent our female warriors, the female Omegas, even a low-ranking maid in charge of cleaning, yet they all died at the hands of the Alpha King.

she asked. "I do...I don't..maybe" I kept saying rubbish. "I'm a princess, an unexpected event happens and I need to sacrifice seven promiscuous people like you, that you must have a taste of any lady you set your eyes on, your downfall is buried in your manhood, congratulations if you can control it, but if you can't, congratulation also, one is better than the other, my mate must survive" "And you're the first prey!!" she shouted and my apartment began to rotate.

Evelyn turned toward him. "Stop talking like that." He looked at her. "Like what?" "Like you already accepted that one of us has to walk through the Door." His expression became serious. "Someone does." "Not yet." "That is not how sacrifice works, Evelyn." The word immediately changed the atmosphere. Sacrifice. A word that had followed her since the beginning of her journey. Her father sacrificed himself fighting a pureblood. Lucien sacrificed his life to stop the Blood King's curse. The Blood God sacrificed his freedom to guard the universe.

“Are you sure?” “Yes.” I pushed another copy toward him. “What about this one?” He examined it carefully, then shook his head. “Still not there.” I felt something tighten inside my chest, and I pulled out the newest copy that had been kept in the royal collection. I placed it beside the others and pointed to the same passage. There it was. Sacrifice. The marked woman must be sacrificed. I stared at the word until the ink seemed to blur before my eyes. “That changes everything,” I whispered.

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.

I love princess Ledecia but not to the extent of sacrificing my own Anyway, since the best solution is the second one, that's what I'll do Good luck to me

"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."