Novel & Cerita Sacrificial Lamb

She just walk over to the crowd and immediately she raised her hands, she began to speak to the gods, the whole crowd was silent to acknowledge the gods and she then praised her ancestors and after that, she ordered the guards to get the lamb for sacrifice, and they carried out her orders and brought the Lamb for the sacrifice Then she ordered two guards to place the lamb on the altar so that it will be easy for her to sprinkle the blood all over the shrine She sliced the head of the lamb and place the head on the shrine and then, ordered the guards to place the body of the lamb on the log of the wood arranged for sacrifices They did that, and after that, she called out to the gods to come a

He should have known she would play some tricks. "What is this?" he demanded, "what do I have to sacrifice?" She smiled evilly, "look upon the altar." His gaze slowly and with dread moved to the altar right behind him. On it, laid like a lamb about to be slaughtered was his dearest Aurora and she stared at him with eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand still, and my wolf thrashes within me, restless and agitated. This guy is insane. Certifiably. Undeniably. Sickeningly insane. “A sacrifice,” I repeat under my breath, testing the word, as if hearing it aloud will somehow make it less terrifying. It doesn’t. “Of course,” Salcom continues, pacing like some deranged professor delivering a lecture, “not just any sacrifice will do. It must be... meaningful. Significant. It must reflect the power it seeks to awaken.” My stomach twists. My mind races, desperate to anticipate his next move. What does he mean? Who does he mean?

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. Gertrude finishes reading the book out loud and then glances at Velmont. Both have the same look on their faces. Excitement and bewilderment. Then in unison, they said, “The relic is a hoax.” With that, both of them sat on their chairs and slowly slouched as they needed to search for a new view of the case. They were lost in their thoughts as if they had their own world. None spoke for a good few hours. None moves. They look like they

The Obsidian stone of the altar glistened with both oil and blood, I saw as incense burned, its smoke rising above the altar like a curse, as though a sacrifice was being made there, like a mockery of sanctity and Ember's helplessness. And then her….my Ember….she laid on the altar, arms hung above her head, lips slightly parted, tears falling down my cheeks, like an offering, waiting to be sacrificed. She didn't twitch, didn't even make the slightest movement or struggle. She was too broken open like a sacrificial lamb to react; I could tell.

Hidden. My name was there. Not just mine. Rylan. Merek. Elias. The three mates I’d lost. And next to each of them—a sigil. The same sigil from the scroll. Sacrificium Sanguinis. The blood sacrifice. I dropped the book. It hit the floor hard, spine cracking, and I stared at it like it would apologize. They hadn’t died in accidents. They hadn’t died protecting me. They had been offered. And not just by strangers.

"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."

Isaac didn’t respond to my question. He set the ruby down and turned to face me. “The ritual requires a sacrifice. A Luna, someone with power in their blood, would be ideal. Given your Bloodmoon ability and your crimes against our cause, you would be perfect. The demons will have no choice but to accept my offering and grant me the Lord’s blessing.” This was insanity. I pulled at the ropes again. My wrists were starting to become slick with blood now, but the knots wouldn’t give. “You won’t get away with this. My pack will find me. Andrei will—”

His dark, greasy eyes are tracking the curve of my breasts hungrily through the white fabric of the dress and he licks his thin lips hungrily as he pulls me up onto the altar. The priest stands before us, holding a small leather Bible... He looks down at me, and for a split second, I see a flash of pity in his old eyes. He knows exactly what this is, He knows I am a lamb being led to the slaughterhouse. But he clears his dry throat anyway, opens his book, and the vows commence...

She looked on the verge of crying, he could see her hidden tears. Beside her, Alex and Nikita both looked at him in anticipation. For the first time Arthur averted his gaze from them. He silently gestured toward the butler. The feast began. "As per the sacred traditions of our pack," Arthur announced proudly, lifting his wine glass, "Ten newborn lambs were sacrificed to celebrate this blessed alliance." The silver lids covering the dishes were lifted simultaneously. The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the hall. Violet's blood froze. Lambs!