Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

And a human who could never be controlled like this new sacrifice is the most dangerous of all. “Here,” the Lamia said as she handed the note to the Harpy, “you can do whatever you want with it.” The Harpy left while saying thanks. The Lamia watched her as she slid out of the maid’s quarters. She refused to help at first. She could not understand why the Harpy was so proud about making friends with that human sacrifice who practically defied their Lord and attempted to escape. She is delaying the ritual and she could see the tension between the two Lords because of it. But hearing that it was actually the Human’s idea to seek help and look for ways to make Lord Dimitri happy, she decided to

I urged. He took a deep breath, his gaze distant as he recounted the memory. “The witch told us that our destined child was close… but she wouldn’t be an ordinary child. She said you would be a link, a bridge between the witches and werewolf packs. In her exact words, you would be ‘a sacrificial lamb to a new world of peaceful coexistence.’” The room spun, his words echoing in my mind. A sacrificial lamb? What the hell did that even mean?

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

I ask. Cassius runs his hand through his hair, “I honestly don't know.” Just then, Conner runs to us. He holds up a sprig of herbs. “When I herded the cattle back, I found bits of this near the well.” I take it from him and smell it. “It is tarragon.” Cassius’s eyes go wide as he becomes enraged, “Tarragon is forbidden!”

I've never seen Devin anything other than composed, to watch him so distressed is strange. I stand my ground, refusing to acknowledge how thoughtless it was. He's right, of course. This evidence would arm the Council with more ammunition to banish me. Still, it had to be done. "He was sent to murder you. What was I supposed to do, let him live?" My hands raise of their own volition, gesticulating as I make my point. "Yes!" Devin answers exasperatedly. I notice how his body shakes as the argument continues. "How noble of you to sacrifice your life for that rat," I retort with venom. My voice climbs a few octaves, driven by his naivety.

*** GABRIEL *** Salvatore was too easy, but I half expected it. In fact, it was my one hope in coming here now. I've been steadily screwing with Alonzo's business ventures and gearing up to expose him during his run for office. The only reason I haven't pulled the plug yet is because of the trafficking situation and the fact that Memnon had asked for more time.

I followed him into the room, my heart pounding in my throat at the darkness of the space. Queen Lystra was about to follow just as Dr Davin dropped Lord Vargen gently on an elevated platform. “No, your majesty.” He held his hand out to her, his eyes sharp. “You may not witness this.” “Why not?” Queen Lystra’s eyes darkened at his words, her brows furrowed. “It is against the process.” He said calmly. “I too shall leave them, it is only the selected wolf and the receiver that shall complete the sacrifice.”

Terrifying. "You knew this would happen," I whisper. Arthur doesn’t deny it. I yank a book from the shelf at random, pages fluttering. "Then tell me what this is." His hand closes over mine again, stilling me. "Careful, Lily. Some doors don’t close once opened." I look down. The book falls open to a page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, the letters spidery and old: "The Luna’s Sacrifice: A Ritual of Convergence. To strengthen the child, the mother must offer her life force under the blood moon..."

“She said, ‘I returned the life I saved. In the next one, don’t come looking for me.” For a long moment, Lucien made no sound at all. Then he covered his face with one hand and bent forward, shoulders shaking with a grief too large to hide. A year passed. In that year, Lucien changed almost everything and repaired nothing that mattered. In Elara’s name, he began paying for wolves who could not afford healers, medicine, or transplant fees. He poured land, coin, and effort into it as though enough of any of those things could buy absolution.

Initially, I attributed the preferential treatment to their remorse over Kai's attempts on my life, but their behavior had become excessive and unusual. I spread my hands in a gesture of helplessness, struggling to fully articulate my thoughts, and sighed. "It's as if I am a sacrificial lamb whose days are numbered." I gritted my teeth, observing the subtle alteration in the brothers' expressions upon my mention of "sacrificial lamb." "No," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief, my mouth falling open. "I'm going to die!" My face drained of color, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Good heavens! I was utterly ruined!