روايات وقصص ضمن Princess Sacrifice Translation

Phoenix turns to face Sebastian "The ultimate gift and sacrifice!" Sebastian says with a sigh. "What does that mean?" Scarlett asks "It means, my little butterfly, that she gave your father the greatest gift anyone could give a vampire, their life. The sacrifice is to give one's life for another. Your mother saved his life and probably many more by doing so because if he had gone rogue, not many would have survived. She offered her single life willingly in exchange for everyone else. If he had managed to kill her while drinking... Well, I don't really know what would have happened because I have never come across or even heard of someone willing enough to offer their life to a vampire in the

Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well. “With the blood of the sacrifice I now pronounce the mating complete. Let it be known to whole of the underworld that you have a new Princess.” Lucifer took a step back from us. His expression unreadable, but there in his eyes, I could see the devil lurking just behind his facade. Lucifers announcement had the crowds all cheering. “Long live the Prince and Princess of the Underworld.” In what should have been the happiest moment of my life, all I could think about was the glassy stare of the red headed girl, who sacrificed her life for mine.

"Because I didn't know they'd decline this fast. Didn't know the breaking would be this traumatic. Most rejected mates survive. Live long lives. These two aren't. They're dying. And if we don't act fast, they're gone." I grab the papers. Read frantically. "What does it require?" "All four of you. Together. Willing to try. The witch to channel Moon Goddess power. And a sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice?" "The person at the center. You. You'd have to give something up. Your magic. Your memories. Your life. Something significant. The ritual demands balance. Demands payment." "I'll do it. Whatever it takes. I'll pay it." "You don't understand. The sacrifice is chosen by the Moon Goddess. Not y

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

“You want us to murder her? An unarmed woman carrying my child?” His voice was dangerously low, a growl of disbelief and fury rumbling in his chest. I could feel the heat of his anger, the protective instinct that flared to life not just for me, but for the life he had just learned he’d created. The lead priestess’s expression remained unchanged, her eyes like chips of ice. “It is not a murder. It is a necessary sacrifice. Her life, for the balance of the world.” “That’s not a sacrifice, that’s an execution,” I shot back, finding my voice. “You’re asking us to be monsters. I won’t do it.”

Ken asked irritably. “I can't open it without rituals and sacrifices…” Mira said casually. She was still moving her finger but with eyes opened. If he look closely, what she did makes her look like someone with a mental disorder. “Sacrifice?” Ken looked around. And then he realized that some of his men had started to retreat with tense faces. Of course they knew what Mira meant by sacrifice. They have done many cruel things. And the sacrifices that will be given to the witch were the people they captured from the pack they attacked.

She asked him, “Are you ready to give up the vampire part of your soul, Prince Edith?” Edith just nodded in response, barely keeping his brave façade. “Anything for my sister!” His face became chalk white as if all the blood had been sucked out of his body. Those two witches poured his blood over the raging fire together. Edith’s respectable voice slithered in my ears. “As the last Royal of your bloodline, please accept my sacrifice, Goddess Sanguis.” He was praying out loud to his goddess when I heard a faint whisper through my mate-bond. Helena’s eager voice rejuvenated my soul.

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.

A crisp and loud-sounding slap echoed in the hallway. Everyone present froze and turned to stare at Mom. "Are you crazy?" Wilma shouted. "You're the crazy one! It's all you! What have you done?" Wilma sneered. "I did something?" She laughed smugly. "I'm just using the same methods to return the favor! You wanted my family's wealth and swapped my child. Can't I swap her back?" "No way!" Mom yelled back. "Back then, you had birthing complications and were bleeding heavily. There was no way you could get up and take a look!"

“Why did she sacrifice her?” Ismene’s delicate face contorted into a vicious scowl. A light flared to life within the pits of her eyes, one that instantly set me on edge. For the first time since meeting her, I was reminded that as kind as Ismene was, she was an immortal Goddess. “Rhetta’s sacrifice was to recreate something precious—something only a select few ever get to experience. It was meant to be a distraction, I assume.” Her voice turned bitter, “Can you believe that? A Goddess reduced to little more than a parlor trick.”