Sacrificial Lamb Manhwa Novels & Stories

CHAPTER NINE WILLOW’S POV I am a priced lamb being prepped for sacrifice. Well, part of that statement is untrue. Alpha Killian didn’t pay a price for me. I was offered to him free of charge. Therefore, I’m just a lamb being prepped for sacrifice. An unpriced lamb.

A stone basin rose between us. Three hollows waited inside it. One shaped for wolf blood. One for tide blood. One for serpent blood. Grandmother whispered. “The first covenant.” Orochi’s voice rolled from below. One kingdom. Three sacrifices. Raiken cut his palm before I could stop him. Blood struck the first hollow. The chamber roared. Kiyomi’s blood filled the second. The crowns turned toward me. The third hollow waited. Not for my blood.

Kaelen whispered, looking down at the sea of gold-eyed warriors. But the moment of triumph was short-lived. The red moon above began to bleed. Not metaphorical light, but actual, dark liquid that began to fall from the sky like rain. "The Blood-Rain," Hala shrieked from below. "The ritual! Selene has begun the final sacrifice!" From the shadows of the refinery, a figure emerged. It wasn't Selene. It was the High Queen’s herald—a massive, six-winged beast made of frozen bone and human hair. In its claws, it held a mirror.

"Then, what happened to the rabbit and its spirit?" Zerikyu's pupils brightened. "I did it. You live and he dies." "So...?" "Yes, the girl who fought with you on the balcony. I prepared two rabbits—a white rabbit for you and a black rabbit to sacrifice. When your spirit was safe, I killed the black rabbit that represented the soul. She has reaped the karma for your death," Zerikyu said. The tsunami in my body is reflected in the hollow of my hot eyes—waves of water seep in. My vision begins to condense, along with the tightness of my chest.

“It’s not that. You smelled more like yourself, like Sakamaki Yuu.” “Wha-” I gaped. I don’t understand what he was trying to tell me. “Pretty confusing, right? Well that is what it is. Your soul as Sakamaki Yuu is slowly mixing together with Lancelot Ral Constance. If let be, you both will become one. It may be a happy occasion, if you want to assume it that way, but it can also be a bad thing. It’s up to you what you wanted to think this occurrence as.” Izana paused a bit to adjust my position in his arm. I told him to let me down after that, yet he insisted on wanting to carry me. The conversation continued.

Flames. Screams. Metal grinding against stone. I was standing on a battlefield. Wolves were chained to massive pillars while dark magic wrapped around their throats. They howled in agony as their mates fell lifeless before them. The sky above turned blood-red, a Blood Eclipse. At the center of it all stood Liam, crowned in obsidian, his armor dripping with shadows. He lifted his hand and beside him I knelt.

It was more than I could ask of them and I was proud of my children for coming this far. “My Maidens.” I called forth as I stood behind the Dias. “The time is finally here. Tomorrow is the night of the Blood Moon, the night of the final sacrifice. Tonight, we go into war with our own kind. Do not be afraid of failure, my children; be afraid of what might happen if we do not succeed.” I picked up the final sacrifice; a lamb bone wrapped in cedar bark and leaves and placed it inside the bowl of moon water at the centre of the Dias.

The sacrifices were not regrets but the stepping stones to a life that reflected the resilience they had all discovered through Sophia's influence. As their reflections mingled with the soft laughter of Sophia's namesake, the room became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken understanding. The sacrifices, though diverse in nature, converged into a singular truth—they were the threads that had woven the tapestry of their lives. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the candlelight; it emanated from the shared acknowledgment that sacrifice, when fueled by love, could transcend the ordinary and lead to extraordinary moments of connection and fulfillment.

“What have you done? What is happening?” “I created this cocktail just for you,” Lizzy purred in the same language. “I’m killing you, Antoh. A slow and agonizing death.” She put her face close to his. “It’s payback for all the pain you’ve caused me over the years and for taking my husband from me.” “Bitch,” the vampire spat with blood laden saliva. “If you say so,” Lizzy said as she watched the vampire slowly disintegrate until the Manthellan soldiers clutched nothing but fabric.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h