Novel & Cerita Sacrifice Stories

“I’m actually pretty new to all this magical stuff. But I can’t let you threaten my mom. That’s not fair—and it’s certainly not right.” “Fair and right are concepts that do not apply where our sacred mission is concerned,” Jones said. “We serve the larger good and take a longer view of our work. If a few innocents must suffer—or even perish—so that we can further our mission, then so be it. The sacrifice is well worth it.” “Or so you delude yourselves,” Dominic said disdainfully from behind Leesa. “As your kind have done for hundreds of years.” Jones’ eyes flicked toward Dominic. “So, you know about us, then?”

Will the girl ever know how much her birth father truly loves her? Will he ever get to hold her in his arms, and have her call him 'Dada'? The answer is no. That is why it is called a price-to-pay, a sacrifice. Sacrifices aren't meant to be pleasant. [ NOVEMBER ] Ah! You all know my story already. You all know it is one of those stories where the heroine dies. Can I even call myself a heroine? If I am a heroine, then I must be a very bad one.

How can I stop the war? - Reed, you are the sacrifice. - Wait. You made Lycaon give his life for me so that I might die later? - Not silly. You will die when your time comes after a long life. - But you said I was the sacrifice? - What is the greatest sacrifice a werewolf can make? - Give his life. - My love, no. The greatest sacrifice a werewolf can give is his wolf. - What? No. I didn't choose this destiny.

Danica said with widened eyes “And if it’s what I am thinking the girl must love him genuinely.” “Really?” Derek asked, Danica, got up from his lap. She nodded “That’s how most sacrifices are, and since it involves a human, I bet that’s what it is.” Derek suddenly chuckled making Danica frown “What if the sacrifice didn’t go as planned?” he asked. Danica shook her head “That would be disastrous.” Derek smiled, a very evil smile “Why does that sound interesting to me.” He said with a grin. °° °°

"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."

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.

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.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

It would be easy for them to agree with her and if Alex thought there could be another way apart from the sacrifices, he probably suddenly developed strategic myopia. "The media last appearance before now was in ancient Celtic times and the Celts sacrificed willing people for their safety. The sacrifice was performed to send those demons back to their caves and rid those vile spirits from the bodies of the innocent. A few people stepped out for their own people and immediately after the sacrifice was concluded, the demons were forced to return to their abode." "So what you mean is?" Damien asked as he stepped forward a bit. Athena turned to look at him. "The Lycan Confederate has asked every

"What a way to describe it, Father. Sacrificing your firstborn to bloodthirsty demons is not ideal to you?" Enzo stiffened in his chair, eyebrows furrowed. He clearly had to hold his tongue and restrain his own rage. "I do not take this lightly, child. This is how it has always been done. We cannot sacrifice the happiness and security of our people. This is a sacrifice we must make."