Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

I started wiggling to come free pulling my arm as hard as I could so that it can come free from the shackles, the witch and laican carrying on with their chant. The witch walked towards the laican slitting his throat, the blood from the knife being dripped into a gold bowl. I let out a cry for help as she made her way towards me, “Aufera milite amissi tolleret corpus impudicitiis. Reversus videct mundum. Sit autem hoc sacrificium pro debitum solvit.” {Take the body of your lost soldier and rid it of impurities. May he come back clean. May you take this sacrifice for debt paid.}

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

I yelled back. He growled and stormed out with Jake. I grabbed the ceremonial bowl from the box and the dagger. I grabbed the small mortar and pestle and the herbs I needed. "One of you, grind this." I said and left it down. Damon grabbed it and began to grind it as fast as he could. I opened the box and looked at the lambs. "I'm sorry but I need to take one of you." I said. I picked the white one. I was so terrified. I was about to sacrifice her. It's alright. I was born for this.

To her was given a large sword. When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in her hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, "A quart of wheat for a day’s wages, and three quarts of barley for a day’s wages, and do not damage the oil and the wine!"

The lambent kindle was from the torches’ fires which were still burning that were hung from the pillars. “Gai-Dalit!” Ditiori’s beast blew a powerful sniff out. It sprang to the clump gathered before the altar. Their eyes followed the beast as it circled them. The manlike quadruped tottered. Its breath was stealthy but tense and loud while they held theirs in terror, searching on their terrified faces. “Ego adducam aurum non cinis…Instead of ashes, I will bring you gold… Give you garlands, instead of yoke stifling your necks…Da tibi dare serta, numquam tua colla iugum…

Kissing the top of her head, I had a terrible thought come to my mind. Uriel’s symbol is a lamb. It sits with its legs folded underneath itself, looking straight at the person looking at it. What if she was the sacrificial lamb. There are too many times you hear as lambs as sacrifices, but she sacrificed herself to take on my darkness, right? To be tangled up with me as a mate? We now share each other’s burdens. Or is that not it at all? That she would have to save the innocence of the realms and the Celestial Kingdom by being that sacrificial lamb for them? Gripping her tightly, I threw the thought away. Surely, she could not b

“Patrik used to work for my grandma, and I couldn’t possibly fire him. He is in a cult, and I let them sacrifice lambs in my garden. You can close the curtains if such a view would bother you.” “Are you kidding?!” I almost shout. “Of course, that would bother me. Are they about to sacrifice a lamb tonight?!” I’m one step from heading outside and saving the poor lamb from its dark destiny. Victor chuckles. “Not live ones, silly. They use already processed meat from the grocery store in their rituals.” “That’s still fucking weird,” I mutter and get up from the couch to close the curtains. When I return to the couch, Victor is busy lighting candles on the table.

Vincent was holding a particular book he felt would contain the information he was looking for, his senses alert and ready for anything: fight or run. The man on the other hand, wearing a mockery pity all over him, smiled sadly and shook his head. Priests of the old religion are known to always use werewolves for sacrifice. It was never an easy task to capture a werewolf, but when the priests put their mark on one, they get summon it when they want. As this priest stood there, all he saw was a cornered lamb for sacrifice.

It would be easy for them to agree with her and if Alex thought there could be another way apart from the sacrifices, he probably suddenly developed strategic myopia. "The media last appearance before now was in ancient Celtic times and the Celts sacrificed willing people for their safety. The sacrifice was performed to send those demons back to their caves and rid those vile spirits from the bodies of the innocent. A few people stepped out for their own people and immediately after the sacrifice was concluded, the demons were forced to return to their abode." "So what you mean is?" Damien asked as he stepped forward a bit. Athena turned to look at him. "The Lycan Confederate has asked every