Princess Sacrifice Translation Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.”

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.