Sacrifice Stories Novels & Stories

Chloe was hunted down by a burly foreign man. His puffy face was flushed red with rage, and every time he caught her, he would violently beat her up. Onlookers watching the scene exchanged looks and clicked their tongues. "I can't believe people are taking their marriage scams international these days because the economy is bad. She's humiliating herself on a global level." "She wanted an easy life without working for it, but she couldn't handle the consequences. Just because her husband turned out to be a fraudster drowning in debt, she abandoned her children abroad, came back to be another man's mistress, and now she's had another baby. What a mess!"

Adonis, the God of the witches and wizards, clarified. “However, this is not the end,” Alicia, the Goddess of the fairy world, added with a gentle smile. “It is only the beginning of something new.” “You already know why this sacrifice was required?” Damien, the God of the Vampire World, asked. Miah and Phoenix nodded solemnly. “To save our Big B!” Phoenix blurted, his voice firm. The Supreme Council smiled at his answer. “You both sacrificed everything for your brother,” Damien said, “demanding nothing in return. That is exactly what we expected.”

Eduard smirks as he continues with his final words. “And every war needs a sacrifice,” he reveals. “I…I consulted an Oracle and with a heavy heart, I have to sacrifice my most precious possession.” Possession? Venus frowns. The only thing Eduard loves is his throne and there is no way he will give it up. He holds no love for her either so she is not the sacrifice. Then what can it be? “Today, all of you will be the witnesses to my greatest sacrifice!” Eduard announces. Behind him, a few soldiers appear. They are dragging someone who has been badly hurt and nearly unconscious. For a while, the face was hidden by the soldier’s large frame and Venus was annoyed.

"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.

Roman It is not often-or ever that I am proven wrong but I was highly mistaken when I thought getting Marco De Santo here to show up for his children would be easy. He gave me a million-and-one reasons why he couldnt make it which is pretty fucking pitiful if you ask me, having an offspring just to abandon them is beyond me.

Ken asked irritably. “I can't open it without rituals and sacrifices…” Mira said casually. She was still moving her finger but with eyes opened. If he look closely, what she did makes her look like someone with a mental disorder. “Sacrifice?” Ken looked around. And then he realized that some of his men had started to retreat with tense faces. Of course they knew what Mira meant by sacrifice. They have done many cruel things. And the sacrifices that will be given to the witch were the people they captured from the pack they attacked.

“It’s my daughter’s duty—she was born to sacrifice herself for the family, to use her body in exchange for the greatest treasure in the sea: the secrets of the merfolk! This discovery is going to help humankind truly evolve, as the law of the jungle dictates! Her sacrifice is for the development and sacrifice of humankind…’ He was truly insane. The fascists had produced a madman of the truest sense of the word, and there was no saving him. I leaned against the wall in despair, reluctant to even say a single word. This so-called sacrifice in the name of family was the height of folly, but I had no right to point fingers or say anything to salvage this situation. After all, the protagonist of

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.

Four idols sat in a neat, uneasy row. They had carried them out of the drowned temple after the last time the sea learned a bad trick—after Gallus’ rampage through Crescent Cove—when Brooke had hurled a salt-and-steel charge onto the altar during the solar eclipse, snapping a half-made gate shut and breaking a spell Gallus had built with wrecks and tide. The ring of wrecked ships at the reef—Prognosis, the Zodiac, the Golden Goose, the Siren, the Tua Cross—had held their pentagram while the ocean screamed and forgot. The idols stood in a row. They were not trophies when Gabe and Brooke took them home. They were locks. On the stone four statues:

though it felt like it was too soft for the world to hear. I should have said it louder, and maybe the universe could whisper it into her ears….the one which I had fought for till death. The one which I would die for all over again….because this was worth more than love….this was a sacrifice. An act only few people could do for each other… This was a testament of my love….. My Story…