Sacrificial Lamb Manhwa Novels & Stories

“She shielded Elara during the ambush. Took the brunt of the attack. Didn’t even make a sound.” Lyra felt a sharp pang of grief. Rhea, a young ShadowClan warrior, known for her quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, had given her life to protect Elara, a Silvermoon healer. The sacrifice was a testament to the depth of the bond that had formed between the two packs, a bond forged not just in shared battles but in mutual respect and selfless devotion.

Silas and I stared at one another in absolute disbelief, never anticipating that our journey would arrive at this type of conclusion. The massive news rippled through the entire tribe in a flash, and very shortly, Chloe pushed her way inside through the gathered crowd. Catching sight of the two extraordinarily beautiful little white lion cubs who were being hailed as S-rank, she went into an instant, hysterical frenzy. "This isn't real!" Chloe shrieked. "Hazel, how on earth could you possibly bear S-rank beastmen with him? He clearly doesn't even possess a rank, did you sneak out to sleep with another male again?"

"Prepare everything. The Third Prince's consort is going into labor." In a moment, the entire chamber erupted into controlled chaos. This time, the birth was not as difficult. Nothing like the past life, when I had nearly died in agony on the bed. Lysander hurried to my side. His eyes were full of tenderness and worry. "You have suffered so much," he said softly. The healer wrapped the egg in silk cloth. It was blue. She hesitated. "Third Prince... this..." Lysander took the egg carefully and placed it in my arms. His expression was joyful.

she said, closing her eyes as she spoke. A bright colour emanates from her body, indicating that she is healing me. As she healed me, I sensed my strength returning, and my wolf felt energetic again. It’s working. I closed my eyes, embracing the overwhelming sensation she was giving me. Amidst all the humiliation and hardships I endured, I felt alive again. When she stopped healing me, I opened my eyes. I found her gazing at me with confusion in her eyes. I looked at her with a questioning expression and asked, “Is there something wrong?”

To end the slaughter, Not dragon son, but daughter, In the right hand, Rivyn’s sword will save the land, If the lamb chosen is wrong, Love’s sacrifice will not be strong. I was the lamb. I was the sacrificial lamb. It made complete sense. I had always been different, the runt of the litter, the one that did not fit, the black sheep amongst the golden dragons. A sword for the dragon’s daughter who could not take dragon form made more sense than a sword for the daughter who could take wing and wield flame. “Go,” Rue stepped back. “And wash the blood off, Daethie. And hope that it’s not. Hope that everyone has it right.”

' She thought as she stared at the woman in front of the priest dressed in an unfamiliar clothing. Then the scene shifts, and she sees the same woman she was watching at earlier sitting in front of her, quietly crying, “I know he has a mistress, and it just so happens that the mistress becomes pregnant before me... I've also heard that he plans to elevate his slave mistress to the position of empress of Quephochy in order to give birth to the child she carries in her womb... That's why he divorced me solely for the sake of his low mistress...” the woman paused wiping off her tears before continuing “Please help me in my retribution, Zhilux,” the tearful lady said, gripping both of her fists.

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But she knew they would not bother her kingdom so long as they made their yearly sacrifice. Last year, it had been a small girl named Priska Pinge. She was only ten and only a sliver of a thing. The dragon hadn’t been happy. Some might think it impossible to read a dragon’s expression, but Nya could tell he’d hoped for something more substantial. She figured the small girl wouldn’t hold his appetite over for the month it would take before the next Dragon Moon. The next month, it would be Davendwar’s turn to supply the dragon with a sacrifice. If they failed to do so, the entire kingdom would pay the price as the dragon would destroy village after village until the king relented and brought f

Ming Yue sneered at Li Hua, "Do you have the right to say that to me?" Principal Zhuge who was staying silent the whole time, staring at both parties calmly, reacted to Ming Yue's words. "What are you talking about?" Li Hua asked, frowning in confusion. "..Sacrifice Ritual.." Ming Yue said and hearing those two words, Li Hua's face became pale. Her face expression was horrible. "Y-You.. H..How.." "I wonder how~" Ming Yue faked a dramatic face, showing that she was confused before adding more explosion for Li Hua, "..You know, I am called cursed child because I can see things that normal people can not see."

Bella’s eyes are wide, her face glazed with terror, and something worse: resignation. In the next instant, the world tilts. The convergence, fed by the twins’ agony, flares in a ring of pale green. Above the altar, the ritual image solidifies: a spiraling mass of ancient dragon and fae, bound together, doomed to repeat this sacrifice every cycle. And then Liam does something no one expects.