Princess Sacrifice Translation 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.”

“That’s not good enough.” He smirked. “Ah, but bargains of this nature are not sealed so easily. Breaking a prophecy is not like breaking a simple spell. It requires a sacrifice.” A chill slid down her spine. “What kind of sacrifice?” His smirk widened. “Something… fitting.” He circled her slowly, his presence a phantom weight against her senses. “A life must be given in exchange for the one you wish to save. Balance must be maintained. So tell me, princess—who are you willing to sacrifice?”

I just want to kiss those red, plumpy lips until the dawn breaks. Wait, I am an offering and sacrifice. But what kind of sacrifice?

“What did they sacrifice for me?” Prince Dante said that witches never did anything for free. She raised a brow but I stood my ground. The minute she approached me, she should have gotten ready for a myriad of questions. “Prince Dante must have been teaching you things.” She shook her head with a smile. “I’m only telling you this because I feel like you need an explanatio. Before the summoning is done, an initial blood sacrifice is requested for: the blood of an animal. Then after the request is granted, another sacrifice is requested for.”

“You must be a stupid mortal; you really think that hurling insults will help your cause? It has only dampened your hopes in escaping this place. You are going to die here, slow and agonisingly. So how do you want to die? Skin peeling or loss of limbs? You have until I unchain you to decide.” The woman’s eyes widened in undivided horror as she cried out, the defiance that coated her frame only moments ago depleted, leaving nothing but regret and terror. The princess pushed against her binds once more, desperately attempting to come up with a solution; one that would not end in the mortals death. Her tone mimicked that of a fearful child as she spoke, her violet eyes wide and pleading. “Sir,

“Well, ye have been accompanying the one who declared war to man’s formidable enemy.” This stunned the prince as he left bereft with speech for a time being. “Ye what?” He exclaimed realizing what she stuttered. “Pray tell princess if I had it right. Ye made a deal with…with…” “A witch in exchange of somebody’s life.” She continued. “At three months, a marriage wilt take place but not between us. Death only awaits head.” There was crease on his forehead as he tried to understand her words. That meant someone died in the past…on her own realm that only she knew that happened.

Keep your feet on the ground ! « Anyway, just don’t make it difficult for her. Have you heard about what’s new ? » we all look at her confused, and ignorant of what she wants to say, she signs for us to approach and whisper, « I heard that the beauty is going to another kingdom as a merchandise » said the first maid. « Are you stupid ? Since when a person is a merchandise, » I stated. « You don’t know, the princesses here are only for trade, she means that the youngest princess is going as a peace trade. I pity them, they have everything yet nothing, » said the second maid.

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

I would gladly live a life of turmoil if it meant my wife, Adriana and daughter Beth, would be free to return to our village. In my fucked up mind it was simple, the Royal family in exchange for my own, they weren’t even my royal family, they are beasts, barbarians, the stuff of nightmares. What man would chose to sacrifice their wife and child if presented with a way to save them? A better man than me? I don’t know. What is more honourable? Honour didn’t come into it. By the time the princess was born, and my services were called upon, I belonged to my blade and Acheron knew it.