Sacrificial Lamb Manhwa Novels & Stories

I yelled back. He growled and stormed out with Jake. I grabbed the ceremonial bowl from the box and the dagger. I grabbed the small mortar and pestle and the herbs I needed. "One of you, grind this." I said and left it down. Damon grabbed it and began to grind it as fast as he could. I opened the box and looked at the lambs. "I'm sorry but I need to take one of you." I said. I picked the white one. I was so terrified. I was about to sacrifice her. It's alright. I was born for this.

This was brutal. But then she remembered the altar. She remembered the cold knife. She hardened her heart. She stepped forward. She summoned the black mist to her fingertip. It sizzled like acid. She knelt beside the trembling scout. "Tell Damian," she whispered. "Tell him the Lamb has teeth." She pressed her finger to the scout's chest. He screamed. It wasn't fire. It was worse. It was absolute cold. She didn't carve a word. She carved a symbol.

"Oh no you won't." Tao said before his eyes flashed black and he disappeared, leaving his brothers, Cecilia, who screamed when someone grabbed her snowy hair, Luhan turned to push the man away, but soon one of the death dealers tied him, pointing with a pure silver sword resembling a cross towards his heart, and of course we all know the weak point of vampires, Luhan's eyes widened as he swallowed his saliva, shortly after one of the men appeared in front of the two to recite some spells, Cecilia screamed in pain as she felt her soul burning, feeling terrible pain, Luhan followed her screaming, this person was pulling their souls easily as if he was eating it.

A mysterious force emerged from his fingertips and shattered Yui’s Sword Formation. Then, magical inscriptions materialized and circled Quattro. “That…”Qairo said surprisedly, “I’ve read in ancient books about how scary the Heavenly Sacrifice is. Once cast, a world would have to be sacrificed as an offering. Is he going to offer the entire Central Plane as a sacrifice?”

He sat up so his hard stomach was touching her protruding one. "Well let me clear the air. I was never going to kill any of my children. When I said sacrifice, I meant I was going to perform a cleansing ritual." "Then why say sacrifice?" "Because it involves the blood of a young white lamb." Her mouth formed an o shape before it closed. "I heard something and it's made me curious. It's also one of the reasons why I came back but I'm tired and sleepy now so we'll talk about it later." She got off his lap with a yawn and snuggled back into covers which Izan pulled off so he could rub his nose on her belly before pulling the blankets over her and then leaving her to her rest.

The words were clear — Amahle had known exactly what she was doing, exactly the cost of the ritual, and the danger of failure. Mafungashe flipped the pages slowly, absorbing the details of the ritual. There were diagrams of circles and symbols, annotations in margins that hinted at sacrifices, spiritual doors, and the “binding of blood to power.” One page described the intended offering: Sipho. His hand trembled. Sipho… it was meant to be him. Not Thando.

The shaman’s chants resumed after a while, her voice strained as she fought to maintain the ritual’s momentum. “Moon Goddess, accept this sacrifice!” she cried loudly, slashing her glass dagger through the air. The reddish-blue dome above us pulsed with full strength, its energy now weaving with both Kyden’s blood offering and Kieran’s aura. The pup’s suction eased slightly, its power tempered by the brothers’ combined alpha strength.

Who will save me from these men's hands? I felt a huge splash of water in my face and I sprang up. I dried my eyes with my hands to see the blurry white angel in front of me. I felt a slight head as I lifted my hand to my face and I groaned. I looked up again and the figure in front of me made my heart sink to my stomach. He smirks and flashes his stainless revolver on my face. "I will use you as the sacrificial lamb to erase my pain. When I am done with you, you'll regret disobeying my orders

"Eliminate them! Destroy the pro-humans!" "His Highness Azazel will help us realize our dreams! Help him attain immortality, and vampires shall rule the world! Long live Azazel!" Lamia shouted, beckoning someone toward the sacrificial altar. From her hiding spot, Rebbeca watched the massive gathering with growing curiosity. A human woman was being offered up as a sacrifice. A figure that was clearly not a vampire approached—a strange entity radiating an aura far more terrifying than any vampire Rebbeca had ever encountered.

Its blue glow illuminated the entire hall, casting dancing shadows across the ancient walls. I signaled Andrew and Elder Gabriel. Soon, guards stepped forward carrying a white unicorn and several other sacrificial items. They carefully placed everything before the Sacred Flame. I nodded in acknowledgment and stepped forward. Taking the ceremonial blade, I slashed my palm and allowed droplets of blood to fall onto the white unicorn and the sacrificial offerings. Then I began chanting in the ancient language. “Lahhhhh Ba’ath.” “Oh Goddess of the Moon, Mother of Moonlight and Creator of the Wolf.”