Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

was all Lamont said. Duncan’s emotions grew more solemn. This meant whoever set it off would be sacrificing their life. What about the ritual? Would someone need to be close to make sure that the door would be well and truly sealed? “I was not told about this. None of my pack members will be sacrificed in this fashion. This is horrible,” he said immediately. “There is no other way,” Lamont said without a hint of remorse. “Sacrifices need to be made.” The silence in the room could be heard. “Meredith, if you would like to begin,” Lamont said finally, nodding his head in her direction.

I growled angrily. She laughed hysterically. "See that's what you don't seem to understand. You call them sacrifices but you are not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin word, Sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil" she laughed darker, "And it is necessary for me to have the Shaul's magic. It's was meant for me and you won't stop me" I tried breaking free but Rowena's magic kept me pinned.

“To provide a brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom. Princess Tarragon is certainly that and the prophecy calls for a daughter…” “We have four,” Aurien replied, his tone soft. “Four lambs,” Leamoira continued. “But only one can make love’s sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?” Liera had risen to her feet, her hands clasping around Aurien’s strong forearm. The dragon lifted his arm over her and drew her to his side. They knew, I thought, what we all suspected. A lamb sacrifice meant only one thing to the lamb – death. “Seers are rarely wrong,” Aurien said, looking down at Liera. “The interpretation of their words, however, can be.”

Susannah said, getting the plan of the beast. "It is called a sacrifice of the parthéna". The old lady said which got her confused. "What's the meaning of that?". Susannah asked with a perplexed voice. "Sacrifice of the virgins". The old lady said with a language that Susannah can understand. "What, the sacrifice of the virgin? What is the beast sacrificing virgins for?". Susannah asked the old lady, her voice was cracking already. "You should call your friend, I guess it's probably too late". The old lady said and Susannah remembered when Cath said she was a virgin.

" He said for her to nod. "What is it called when somebody's body begins to spark and that person will feel like his body is being electrified when touched by another person? My friend is in dire need." She asked, keeping a straight face. "It means that another person is trying to use the other for a sacrifice." Her eyes widened and she looked at the Lord. "Do you want to use me for a Sacrifice?" "Ha! I thought we were talking about your friend?!" The Lord said and a wide grin crept to his lips. TBC

“Yes. She would be the greatest of all times that’s if she survived without the curse.” “And if she doesn’t?” “Doom.” “What are the chances of saving her?” “The sacrifice lamp, the sacrifice of love. And death. The sacrifice lamp is the hardest. Wolves can’t touch them and if someone had to touch them the person must love her with everything, only that would take the lamp off the cave it is. But afterward, the lamp would draw life out of the person who had taken the lamp off.” “Lamp of sacrifice?” I whispered to myself, it was the hardest if the wolf won’t be able to pull it out of the cave. If it... I sighed because someone came to mind. The one who loved her so much. Her father wasn’t a wo

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.

There was a long line, stretching around the room. Caitlin watched the person at the front of the line walk forward with his sheep. As he reached the altar, the high priest said a prayer, then slaughtered the sheep with a sharp blade. The sheep collapsed, and the blood dripped down into a wide bowl beneath the altar. Two attendants hurried forward and carried the dead animal to the far side of the room, where there burned a roaring fire. As another high priest said a prayer, the dead animal was thrown into the flames. Caitlin was amazed to watch a huge cloud of smoke appear, and consume the animal whole. It was as if the hand of God were reaching down and accepting the sacrifice.

Nothing like the usual vibrant Amelia that he loved and knew. “The proceedings will begin in the next hour,” said Blake and Amelia turned away from him to wipe away a new tear. She turned back to face him, trying to be as brave as possible. “What all happens during the proceedings?” asked Amelia, then bit her lip before she said, “and what do I need to do?” “A wolf is never buried. He is offered as a sacrifice to Mother Moon,” said Blake as he tried to make it sound as humane as possible. “What do you mean by ‘offered as a sacrifice’?” Amelia didn’t understand what was going on and was starting to get antsy.

I instruct Liam who nodded his head in approval. The next full moon celebration is coming, and I want to have her killed under my sword before then. I want to use her blood as a sacrifice to cleanse our realm from her misfortune and evil power. Her head will be dang on the execution field for the remembrance of the mystery wolf as his carcass will be fed to the vultures.