Sacrifice Novels & Stories

My adopted sister, Bianca, screwed up. Big time. It was at a charity dinner. Hosted by the Vitiellos. The most powerful Mafia Family on the East Coast. She spilled hot coffee on the Vitiello boss's sister. Right into her eyes. Almost blinded her. Massimo went ballistic. He’s the cold-blooded Don who runs the whole damn coast. He wanted a hostage from our family, the Costas. Within five days. Or it was war. My mother grabbed my hands. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. “Bianca didn’t mean it. She’s terrified. She’s hiding in her room, shaking so hard she can’t breathe. Valeria, you're tough. You can survive this. Just go to Massimo for a few days. I swear I'll get you back.” My twin brot

His voice grew sad and his shoulders drooped as he continued, “A warm source of liquid with a dagger beside the flower could only mean one thing, child…it demands sacrifice…blood sacrifice.” The color drained off my face when I heard him say that and for a second my mind blanked out. “B-blood sacrifice?” Onigfer looked at me with his beady eyes and replied, “Yes, my child, what else can it mean?” I fumbled and tried to come up with an answer but couldn’t find any. I opened my mouth and thought of saying something but closed it while trying to process his words. Blood and killing seemed beyond me.

He told her. She tried to open the book, but the book would let her. Suddenly the book fell from her hands and crawled to the opposite side of the room and flipped open. This is where Sally learned that a sacrifice needed to be made. “Of course, it does.” She said. “What is it?” Johnathan asked her. “What is the book saying?” “Something about a sacrifice.” She answered still not realizing she was the sacrifice. She looked up where the book had stopped and saw more of the hidden scroll.

My father asked, making me look at Azrael again as I waited for her explanation. "A sacrifice spell is a spell performed by witches that they perform to gain something big from the outcome. It includes sacrificing the life of a living person. The powerful the person, the more is the result, thus, humans are never used for such spells. You said it was Patrick? How this can be possible, he is not even that old. And by were, I mean you were under a spell earlier. But it looks like someone took the spell upon herself for you." Azrael said, looking pained.

Oliver spat. Kayla frowned at him, feeling a shiver climb up her spine, which felt like rage. Just like the one she was seeing in Oliver’s eyes. “It’s called, sacrifice, Oliver. And it’s not just about my parents or family as a whole, but because of the countless people who are feeling off that particular source. If it falls, the they fall to. I fall too. It’s over, and all that my grandfather worked for would go down the drain just like that? Nope. Not on my watch. Three years is nothing compared to what I am giving it up for.”

His fear of my plan is taking a tall one on him. "I still don't understand." Dan speaks. It's not that he doesn't discern what I am explaining. I didn't speak in parables or tongues. He is just in denial that I am actually suggesting this. However insane my suggestion sounds, sacrifices are parts and parcels of our lives, I believe, and this is worth it. All the lives that have been obliterated by this monster, all the countless lives that have been lost, the innocent blood he has spilt including that of my parents, everything that is at stake right now, every single thing, is deserving of this sacrifice.

He got to a paragraph and frown filled his face. "This is fucked up," He said and turned to look at her face as it burned with anger. "What do you mean?" "Returning those mediums back to where they belong will need sacrifice. And I am sure it will be held. Every pack will have to offer one of their own for the sealing sacrifice. Would you want to do that?" Athena thought for a moment. Her anger was starting to dissipate as he said that and she knew that what she needed to be right now was logical.

“The witcher was recognized by rumours of human sacrifice, which he admitted to doing.” “Human sacrifices?” The Alpha seemed angry. “How is it that a sorcerer known for human sacrifice entered our territory?” “No proof was ever obtained regarding the sacrifices,” Leonel replied. “Go on, Sienna,” Hunter asked. “I don’t know much about warlocks, but he teleported us without even breaking a sweat.” “I knew he had teleported!” My brother exclaimed furiously. “There is no warlock as powerful as this, but if he made sacrifices, that could g

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?

Even though I knew the outcome could hurt her in some way, I still couldn't not go through with it because my sense of justice wouldn't let me. Where some would see room for a grey area, I only see in black and white. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. So even though she may come to a point where she's willing to forgive Felix for his monumental screwups, I can't and won't. Doesn't that make me monstrous? The fact that I'm willing to sacrifice her feelings because I can't overlook my own.