Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

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.

“They said Alpha’s applying for one from the human authorities. Whatever it takes to get her, I guess.” “Shit, that’s a bold move.” “Well, he’s gotta get her soon, right? She needs to be captured before the memorial ceremony if she’s gonna be sacrificed for the old Luna-to-be.” Sacrificed? Oh, Goddess. My heart plummeted. A sacrifice was the cruelest of rituals. A remnant from an older, more brutal time in the history of werewolves. The cold that sank through me then was from more than the water. My ears rang. Whatever else the werewolves spoke of, I couldn’t hear.

I said "please lamb stay with me please don't leave me I can't live without you please lamb open your eyes" for the first time in my life I'm feeling helpless and feeling I can sacrifice myself to save her suddenly door opened I seen liam, dhiren her friend and other staff but I dont have time to look at them I need to protect my lamb I took her in my arms and carried out dhiren said "man give her to me everyone watching" I said sternly "let them she is mine" I moved as fast I can towards my car by carrying her I called doctor to come to home

She tried to get off the chains, but she failed. "Please, help me!" Andrea tried to seek help from them but no one helped her. She can't understand why she was chained. The werewolves were only looking at her. Suddenly, an old man came from the crowd and faced them. "Let us witness the sacrificial ceremony for the Great Spirit Wolf. Alpha Bryan was given a mission by the Great Spirit Wolf. He prepared the sacrifice for one year, and now the time comes to see this wonderful and important event in our pack. The sacrifice, Luna Andrea Williams," the old man said. Andrea was upset by the revelation she heard.

What she saw scared her, but it was the message that was hidden within the scrolls that scared her the most. The note read “Only the chosen one can obtain the darkness. A sacred ceremony must be held in the light of a full moon, guarded by the spirits of the chosen bloodline. The chosen one will need a knife dipped in blood from a sacrifice of a loved one.” She read the translation in her head and realized that she was the sacrifice and she had trapped herself in this cave.

Lanex, the High Priest of the blood glorifying God Kalash, with the gold trim of his scarlet robes glittering in the candlelight, approached the sacrificial alter. His heart was as dark as his ebony eyes and his soul was a thing of malevolence that glorified in blood and sacrifice. “It is time. Bring forth a Lamorie,” he called in a sonorous voice.

SACRIFICIAL LAMB ******************************** ALPHA BALTHAZAR'S POV ******************************** Getting a year-old lamb with no defect turned out to become mission impossible. It was either the year-old lambs had defects and the perfect ones were above a year. What intrigued me the most was the scarcity of the said animal which had never happened before. When I enquired from the farmers if they could direct me to a popular breeder within our neighborhood, I was directed to a small pack a few miles from ours.

"What is that suppose to mean?" "It's the golden rule," he gritted out. "In other to save a life, you must give a life. Persefoni cannot harm another human which is why I believe she's planning on being the sacrificial lamb."

Luke muttered, more to himself than to me. My entire life, I have been shielded from the brutal world. Always safe within the confines of the pack. I had never encountered or seen a rogue before today, at least not before. That does not imply that I have yet to hear any tales. Due to their heinous deeds, the Goddess expelled the nasty, cruel, and violent wolves from the pack and ostracised them. The stories were ghastly, horrifying, and awful. They believed that rogues were constantly enraged. Wrathful and desperate for retribution. They disapproved of pack norms and never adhered to them.

“Guess what, you’ll be the first of the six sacrifices.” “A sacrifice is always given of a goat, not of a tiger.” A new voice bombarded Hayden, Aloysius and all others turned to look at the voice when a flying hammer flew past Alyosius’s head and hit Ria in the face as she fell on the floor with a thud. Her lifeless eyes looked at the ceiling as Hayden looked wide-eyed.