Sacrificial Lamb Manhwa Novels & Stories

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

After my final words, my eyelids gradually fell shut. My colleagues, who were standing around me, removed their hats and saluted me. The air fell silent as they wordlessly bade me farewell. … Far away, Terrence's interdimensional communication device suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. "The female protagonist has perished. A new female protagonist will now be selected," a voice declared. "The Narrative has designated Yvonne Lynn as the new female protagonist of this world." Terrence froze immediately. Before receiving the message, he had been eagerly trying to transfer our team's credit to Yvonne before his superiors.

I urged Daniel to come with me so we could search through the books at that particular spot to know if it was going to lead us anywhere. We went there, they were ancient Books that has to deal with death, rebirth, spells, the life of werewolves, and sacrifice. "Wait a minute, heedah once mentioned something about a changeling being a creature of sacrifice right?" I turned to Daniel, and he stares around like he was thinking then nodded. "That's it, she was here to get the book on sacrifice." "Grab it" Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant.

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Is he holding back to protect us… or to protect himself? Lazarus reappeared atop the central staircase, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the shattered chandeliers. His smile was cruel, eyes glinting with sadistic delight. “Ah, my loyal little lambs,” he called, voice echoing through the chaos. “You’ve made it this far, yet you still don’t see the truth. Loyalty is a weapon—and some of you are already bleeding from its edge.” Sang-woo growled, surging forward. “We’ll see about that!” he shouted, blade clashing against Lazarus’s as they met in a deadly dance of steel. Sparks flew, and the echo of each strike seemed to vibrate through the entire room.

I would have the child, but not the father. And “the sacrificial lamb with a lion’s heart must learn to roar to win the war” was me. I would win the crown, not for me, but for this one that I carried within me. As I would fight this war, for the brethren of Uyan Taesil and not myself. The sacrificial lamb. Wasn’t that what princesses were meant to be? The wombs by which king’s heirs were wrought? The bearers of inheritances, but never the inheritors? The prizes, but never the winners?

The victim's wounds are clean-cut, but the dagger is serrated on both edges, giving it a unique marking once it is used. Based on the book, to make an offering to the goddess of youth, the ritual needs a dagger and a female sacrifice. The human sacrifice needs to lie inside a circle made of a combination of human ashes and lamb’s blood. Then, using the remaining lamb’s blood, the offeror needs to write a specific set of incantations on the human sacrifice, then the sacrifice will be stabbed 13 times in the abdomen while the offeror chants the same incantations written on the sacrifice’s body.

SACRIFICIAL LAMB ******************************** ALPHA BALTHAZAR'S POV ******************************** Getting a year-old lamb with no defect turned out to become mission impossible. It was either the year-old lambs had defects and the perfect ones were above a year. What intrigued me the most was the scarcity of the said animal which had never happened before. When I enquired from the farmers if they could direct me to a popular breeder within our neighborhood, I was directed to a small pack a few miles from ours.

The language in the documents was chilling. "The great fox wishes to have the lamb's stomach." "The great tiger wants the heart of a lamb." "The rest of the lamb can be turned into soup." It read like a twisted fable, but Aria wasn't taking it at face value. In context, the fox, tiger, and lamb were clearly people. The predators were coming to "feast", and the lambs? Likely the young women in the building. In ancient Farshyan mythology, demons called humans "lambs".

I had to be patient, to remain calm, I couldn't kill her afterall. I walked to the table and dropped the sword with a loud thud, waiting for their pronouncement on my captivity. These people did not see me as human, they never did. But now they saw me as even less. A sacrificial lamb. "The lunar eclipse is in three days. You shall begin preparations for the rite, Deyana." He sat back in his large chair, and regarded me. "And you, human girl, thank you, for providing me with the greatest gift of all. Your life." He cackled and the laugh was repulsive, his teeth all bared and wide with the thought that he had won.