Sacrifice Novels & Stories

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

"You have always been a lapdog for the king. It is no surprise you would rather slow everything down than see the pack move forward." "With the sacrifice still at large," Elder Sable said, cutting across the room, "we do not have the luxury of time. There is too much on our plate to be sentimental about scheduling. We need a king and we need one now." "The sacrifice," I said. Elder Sable looked at me. "Is that what you are all calling her," I said. "She has a name. It is Zara." The silence that followed that was a different quality from the previous ones.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face when he realized his words had gotten through to me. “I know you won’t take that risk,” he continued. “So I’ll make you an offer. The children live, but Vaeric and Kaedrin die instead. The sacrifice requires at least two people connected by strong bonds. They are perfect for it.” He was trying to manipulate me again. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. I couldn’t offer myself as the sacrifice without putting my children at risk. I looked at him, my expression unreadable. “Fine. I’ll bind our lives to Vaeric and Kaedrin. When we both drive the knives into ourselves, we’ll survive, and they’ll die.

My voice was distant and icy as I said, "Timothy, this is the last time I'll stand before you as your wife. "According to Article One of the Life and Death Act, belated compensation cannot erase the harm that has already been done. Your so-called atonement is nothing more than a way to ease your pathetic guilt." Timothy looked up in despair, tears streaming down his face. "No, I love you! I really love you—" "Overruled." I cut him off without mercy. I turned away with my child in my arms and walked toward the holy light shining in the sky.

It happened on Parents' Day, when 47 students across the school suddenly came down with food poisoning. By the time the paramedics arrived, I was already in shock. One of them checked me, put a red critical-care wristband around my wrist, and started taking me toward the first ambulance. That was when my dad—the school principal—stopped them in front of hundreds of parents. "She's my daughter, so she goes last," he said. "I don't want anyone saying I gave her special treatment." My mom, who was also my homeroom teacher, agreed with him. When a nurse tried to check my breathing, my mom stopped her. "Selena gets like this when she panics. She always has trouble breathing when she get

He replied. What was that supposed to mean? Couldn't one get clear answers? "If I do it, Is there a way to avoid bloodshed." "Yes." He responded. "How?" "Sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice? I need a clear answer on that." "I'm sorry dear but the spirits only tell me.what is needed to be known and what needs to be known is to save your sister you'll need a sacrifice and to save humanity, A sacrifice." He disclosed, shuffling the tarot cards.

Turned his head to the side, so he was avoiding them. “I’m sorry Dixon, she didn’t want to think about her, she didn’t want to get you all worried and having false hopes. She wanted you to live freely.” “What other thing are you hiding from me?” “The sacrifice of Love.” “Sacrifice? What’s that about?” He asked turning his gaze back to them. “It’s one of the ways I found, that’s gonna help her in being human but however someone who loves her dearly has to die for it to happen and a slight mistake could ruin everything.”

Lana’s brow furrows, “What I don’t understand is that the other prophecies state that only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide. How can humanity's sacrifice save humanity if they’re the sacrifice to end the world? I’m so confused.” Rafael looks at the passage and lays another book across from it, “Avant l'humanité, il y avait des anges. L'un doit être l'un et non l'autre. Sauvez pour le destructeur de tous et de vos proches. La mort et la destruction prévaudront, avec le sacrifice de l'humanité si ce n'était à l'h

“Jhoanna’s discovery has given us a starting point, but we need clarity. What does the Goddess mean by a pure and willing sacrifice? What other options do we have aside from one life?” An elder from a neighboring pack stepped forward, his gray beard brushing against the leather-bound book he held. “Sacrifices, particularly those tied to the Goddess, often represent the giving up of something deeply cherished,” he explained. “It does not always mean death. It could be an offering of great personal value—something that binds the one offering it to the Goddess’s mercy.” “But the text mentions purity,” Luna Tilly interjected, her vo

"You must be willing to sacrifice everything." My companion's eyes widened in shock, their hand instinctively reaching out to grasp mine. "Sacrifice everything?" they echoed, their voice trembling with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "But what does that even mean?" The figure's demeanor remained enigmatic, its form shrouded in the dim light of the chamber. "It means letting go of all that binds you," it explained cryptically, its words hanging heavy in the air like a portent of doom. "Attachments, desires, identities... everything that tethers you to this mortal plane."