Sacrifice Novels & Stories

Steady pulse at his throat. Breathing shallow. Eyes uncertain. Yes. He would do perfectly. “For this to work,” I said softly, almost gently, “there must be sacrifice.” His brow furrowed. “What kind of sacrifice?” I smiled. He was so naive. That was what made him the perfect scapegoat. “A human sacrifice, Landon. That's what the ritual needs.” He stared at me like I had grown two heads before he swallowed his fear and looked at me with resolve.

"The Trial of Unity wasn't the last trial. There's a fourth. The Trial of Sacrifice. And it's simple: to prove you're willing to do whatever it takes to save the many, you must kill the one. Someone from your pack. Someone you care about. Someone whose death will break you but also complete you." "I won't," I said. "You will," Meridith replied. "Because in exactly three minutes, the Confession Stone's magic is going to activate its second function. It's going to start killing everyone here, slowest death imaginable, unless you choose one person to die quickly. One sacrifice to save the rest. That's your choice, Xavier. That's yo

As it turned out, he hadn't been in love with me for a while now. "You're a fucking monster, Terrence!" Susan barked, unable to contain her rage. "Quinn treated you so well. She was even willing to sacrifice her life for you. Is this how you decided to repay her?" she snapped furiously. Then, she continued, "You sent her into a hellish torture chamber. Then, when she needed you the most, you prioritized another woman and did nothing as you watched her die!" Sobbing, Terrence collapsed onto the ground.

"It can shield a newborn at the exact moment of birth, the one window Augustin needs to make his move. But it needs a blood sacrifice from someone who loves Arielle unconditionally, given willingly." "Define sacrifice," I said. "Not their life. Their strength, permanently. Whoever gives it won't ever fully recover it." Clara's hands were shaking on the edge of the table. "I wouldn't be showing you this if I had a better option left. I don't." The room went quiet enough to hear the fire in the hearth. "I'll do it." Gideon said it before anyone else had a chance to breathe, stepping forward like he'd been waiting for the invitatio

She pauses and looks into my soul, “I was willing to sacrifice my daughter to make sure this plan came to be. I guess it all comes down to that. Sacrifice. What someone is willing to lose to win this, which is why I know I’ll win. Because while you’re more than willing to sacrifice yourself, that’s where your line cuts off, where I’m willing to lose everything in my life in order to win.” I take a deep breath, “Except yourself.” I tell her, and she looks at me confused, I stare into her soul, “I had blood on my hands before your daughter. You didn’t sacrifice her fo

Your grandmother was good at complicated things. She told her about the curse—about the sleeping wolves and the years of searching and the vault where the answer was and the specific courage that going into the vault required. She did not tell her about Sera's sacrifice in full—that was a story for when little Wren was older—but she told her that the breaking required something that cost someone a great deal and that the cost had been paid voluntarily. Little Wren said: what is it called when you give something for someone else? Elara said: sacrifice. That is what it is called.

Points to a specific clause. "Blood-pacts can only be broken by blood," Araya reads. "Either through willing sacrifice of the bloodline that created the pact, or through total extinction of one race." "Sacrifice meaning what exactly?" Ronan's voice drops dangerously low. "The scroll doesn't specify. But traditionally, blood-pact sacrifices require..." Araya can't finish. Can't speak the words. "A life for a life," Ronan completes. "The bloodline that made the pact must offer life equal to what was originally traded."

"Is there genuinely no alternative? No way to reinforce this boundary without that particular sacrifice?" The pause that followed felt considerably longer than any previous exchange. *There may be another path,* the ancient voice finally offered. *Collective sacrifice, rather than singular surrender. If your entire company offers something meaningful—not complete capability, but genuine, voluntary contribution from each individual—the collective weight might prove sufficient without requiring your own complete, permanent loss.* "What kind of contribution?" Hope asked, relief evident despite her continued, careful attention. *Tha

[Juliet's POV] The system continued. [Terms of Sacrifice: You will have to offer up your entire soul, Jeffrey. Upon a successful sacrifice, time will turn back to a week before the apocalypse.] [The cost: You and Lucas will cease to exist entirely. Every trace of both of you will be wiped out from all realities. No one will remember either of you, including Juliet.] I froze. As it turned out, Lucas' sacrifice was only in exchange for my soul to be completely restored. And for me to actually be reborn, Jeffrey, too, had to pay the price of having his soul shattered.

Chapter 9: The Sacrifice of Silas Thorne The air in the penthouse got really thick and heavy. The words "The Sacrifice of Silas Thorne" were still on every screen. Avery looked at the screen. Her mind started to think about what it meant. In a romance story a sacrifice usually means the hero has to choose between what's important to him and the person he loves. Avery whispered to herself "They are trying to make the story more exciting." She thought about what she would write in her story. "In my stories this is where the hero does something to show his love is real."