Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

he said, then tried to see if the person in front of him had any reaction, but the person didn't even look at him. Before he could think more, that man spoke: "You did a good job with what I told you to do, but I need it done faster, and don't leave any traces." Wolf nodded heavily, "Boss, I know, I'll speed up for sure, I won't hold up your big plans. Member Ms. Lamb has already been tamed, she's full of killing intent now, and the second sacrifice is almost ready."

“We have to move. Now.” But Elara couldn’t move. The creature was looking at her. Not Kael. Not Dain. Her. “You are the one,” it murmured, tilting its head unnaturally. The cavernous black pits where its eyes should have been locked onto hers. “The heart. The key. The sacrifice.” A violent shudder coursed through her body. Sacrifice. The word rang in her mind like a tolling bell, dredging up pieces of the prophecy she had fought so hard to ignore.

It was time for the sacrifice. My gaze flickered to the ancient text, lying open on a nearby pedestal. The description of the sacrifice remained chillingly vague: “A willing severance, a lifeblood willingly given, to break the unbreakable bond.” A cold dread washed over me. What did it mean? Whose lifeblood? Whose willing severance? Suddenly, Jaxon stepped forward, his dark eyes locked on mine, a fierce love and an unyielding resolve shining within them. In his hand, he held a ceremonial dagger, its blade gleaming silver in the flickering light.

"What? A Sacrificial Offering Manifestation? Hasn't it been banned for ages already? How did it show up again?" Tobias stroked his beard. "Whoever's behind this is probably absorbing fortune, trying to break through to become Supreme Arcane High Priest." After hearing this, Homer got pissed. "Those bastards are doing some really messed-up stuff. Activating a Sacrificial Offering Manifestation means sacrificing tons of people—they really don't give a damn about human life!" He then walked over to Tobias. "Is there any way to find the manifestation's core and destroy it?" Homer had dealt with big and small manifestations before, but Sacrificial Offering Manifestations were different. Since anc

A moment later, I heard a strange, guttural cry, and I looked over to see another robed figure carrying a squirming lamb into the room. Lilith gripped my hand so tightly it hurt as the figure set the lamb down in the center of the circle. It all happened so fast after that—the knife glinted, the chanting grew into a cacophony of shrieks and moans and strange words, the lamb cried desperately, and then… The metallic slip of the blade. The spurting squelch of blood bursting forth from behind too-young flesh. The coppery scent in the air.

The moon was directly overhead now. Huge and red and filling the sky. Its light turned everything crimson. Like the whole world was covered in blood. A rebel got past me and ran at Eldric. I tried to stop him but another rebel blocked my way. The rebel raised his sword to kill Eldric. Eldric kept chanting without even looking up. He trusted that we would protect him. I threw myself at the rebel threatening Eldric. Knocked him down. Killed him with one bite to the neck.

Elaine pulled out a knife and charged toward me, and the close distance made it impossible for me to escape. Just when I thought I would die there, Andreas instinctively pulled me behind him, and the knife struck his heart directly, blood spreading across the floor. "Isadora, I finally did something for you." He gripped my hand and used his last strength to speak."I'm willing to offer the entire Fitzgerald fortune as a wedding gift and fully support your experiments. So, Isadora, will you marry me?" I thought he had truly lost his mind. At a time like this, he was still thinking about romance.

he said quietly. I stepped closer to the table. “What wording?” “The word they translated as sacrifice.” My heart began beating faster. “What do you mean it is wrong?” The historian took a slow breath and pointed to the ancient word. “In this language, this word does not mean killing. It means an offering of devotion, prayer, or service. It can describe giving something willingly to honor the Moon Goddess, but it does not mean taking a person's life.”

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

Nobody dared to speak. Alexander's eyes moved from one person to another, his displeasure evident. The priestess swallowed before reaching into the folds of her cloak. She carefully brought out an old scroll and unfolded it with trembling hands. "Your Majesty, perhaps there is something we overlooked." Alexander said nothing. The priestess cleared her throat and began reading. "On the peak of life itself, together with the blood of the sacred one, the curse shall be broken." She read the words again, more slowly this time, as though hoping to discover a hidden meaning.