Sacrifice Stories Novels & Stories

Only then did I finally understand— Love isn’t sacrifice. It isn’t “the greater good.” It isn’t choosing everyone else over her. Love is choosing her first. And by the time I learned that truth— She was already gone.

"How do I know you didn't know about this and did nothing?" "No-no, I've done many things, but this, this is not who I am, please. There's nothing I can do for that poor girl, your mother. But you are my grandson the first. There must be a reason why you were allowed to exist and to become the man that you are. It's not your fault, and it's not her fault, but do you really want to give up your life?" "What do you mean? Give up my life." "Do you know who we are? Did your mother not tell you? No matter what life you had in America, it cannot compare to the life you'd have as the grandson of Salvatore Ricci." Yes, I know.

Christopher John asked sarcastically, his tone dripping with cynicism. “As much as we can give, but he can't be satisfied by animal blood. Legend has it that there was a time when a great drought befell the land, to the point of nearly extinction. The elders then had to make human sacrifices to appease the gods, the Great Sacrifice. They said the moon turned red that day because the gods were overfed, and he granted everyone present their heart's desires,” the girl narrated, but her story only elicited amusement from Damian and his friends. “Yeah, right. What a shitty legend,” Briana muttered, his tone laced with sarcasm, and his friends chuckled softly.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?

This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, no longer willing to explain anything. I asked, "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

The glow faded, leaving just one lock remaining. Sacrifice. I looked at Beatrice, and my heart started pounding. "The third key. Sacrifice. What does that mean? What do I have to give up?" Beatrice's expression was somber. "That's not something I can tell you, Jessie. The sacrifice has to be yours to choose, yours to understand. But I will tell you this: a sacrifice isn't always about death. Sometimes it's about letting go. Sometimes it's about choosing what matters most, even when the cost is unbearable."

“Seen the altars we pulled down? The blood stains that won’t quite wash out?” “I helped break half of them,” Darek said. “You know that.” “Then you know what our old stories gave them cover to do,” Kael said. “Hard strength. Noble sacrifice. Born‑to‑bleed. They didn’t have to invent new words. They used ours.” A muscle in Darek’s jaw jumped.

I asked once again, and he rolled his eyes. "You really did grow up in a crappy place. This right here is the body of a goddess who's powerful enough to create universes and wipe them out as she pleases, and you think a sacrifice is what will bring her back?" Isn't that how it normally works? "The movies I watched on Earth always used a blood sacrifice. Whether it be a significant other or a newborn baby," I said, and he scrunched his face in disgust. "Your people are disturbed," he said, and I laughed, shaking my head. "You sure you won't cry to me about your husband?" He asked softly, and I shook my head.

"It was selfish of me to keep her below here with me, yes. I often thought it was wrong to let her stay here, yet I couldn't bear letting her go. The stories I tell her are all the experiences of her siblings. The stories of their life before they fulfill their purpose." "How cruel you are for a God. You send your children out to die in your stead." Rachneid scoffed as he shook his head in disgust. "Those are the sacrifices I have to make. Even I will soon come to rest... However, I have grown far too weak. Too weak that I could not protect the country my children has placed their life for."