Sacrifice Novels & Stories

"Maybe it's more than just one person giving something up." I glanced over at Zara. She was always sharp, always thinking one step ahead. "So, you think it’s not a life? What else could it be?" I asked, unsure but curious about her reasoning. Zara shrugged. "I don’t know. It’s just a thought. But think about it—sacrifice doesn’t always have to mean death. It could mean power, status, something precious. I don’t think it’s just about who dies. It’s what they’re willing to give up."

…An offering? She mentioned an offering, an act of paying tribute to the foot of the statues of the deities. She was perfectly aware of what it meant, but in this realm, offering to a deity’s statue is highly sacrificial. It is only done when a mortal is desperate and seeks divine intervention. And it’s almost taboo since the ‘offering’ is a soul in exchange for salvation. Or in this case, enlightenment. They cannot very easily hear a response from the deity unless their sacrifice is sufficient.

We work for the 1% elites, the fuckers who have a say in everything that happens in Athens. Each year, 100 men are recruited and only five make it into the final stage, what happened to the remaining 95, they disappear from the face of the earth like they never existed. Everyone knows what happens when they sign the contract to join Hexagon. It’s a death trap and we are all slaves but we do it anyways. It is written in fine bold print for all to see that the consequence of failing to make it is death. And the consequences of making it is also death.

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Sacrifice isn't about dying. It's about choosing to be different than you were before. And I chose to be their opposition. Their conscience. Their reminder that another way was always possible.

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 u

Maera continued, “a measure of life force. Not necessarily death, but giving up a portion of what fuels you. It might be a memory, a sliver of power, or a season of health. The stronger the bond, the greater the offering.” “And third,” she said, voice falling to a dangerous hush, “a sacrifice that seals the cut. It must be meaningful to the one who gives it. Some offer blood, some offer a promise never to love again, some surrender a gift that can never be returned. The price must be real, so the world will accept the change.” A hush fell. Wilma’s hands clenched and Ava’s eyes glittered in anticipation.

"The text isn't specific. Only that it requires, sacrifice, freely offered." Ethan's eyes snapped up at that, something sharp and immediate crossing his expression despite his careful neutrality. "Sacrifice meaning what, exactly." "I don't know," Mira said again, more urgently this time. "The fragment is incomplete. It could mean something as simple as a wound, freely given. It could mean something far more severe."

During my second year of marriage to Vincent DeLuca, Don of the DeLuca family, I was kidnapped. By the time I escaped, I was four months pregnant. The first person to find me was Luca Moretti, the childhood friend I'd loved for ten years, the one who had refused to marry me. When Vincent saw my pregnant belly beneath Luca's coat, he had his men drag me to a hospital and forced the doctors to end my pregnancy. That night, I heard Luca confront him. "You know Victoria never betrayed you! How could you kill your own child?!" Vincent laughed, and there was nothing warm in it. "I only married her so Sophia could marry you without a hitch. You two are about to get engaged, and I'm not letting this

“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.