Sacrificial Lamb Novels & Stories

And only the presence of my mate had managed to calm me down even in my worst moments. “I was wondering about a warlock,” he explained, frowning. Leonel was upset, he didn’t like not knowing something about me, I noticed at the time. Great, now it was not just one, but two overprotective wolves. “Cairo?” Hunter tasted. “He is dangerous!” I exclaimed. “Primrose is in danger.” “Primrose is her mate, bunny. She won’t hurt him,” Hunter tried to deny before he upset me again. “Human sacrifices. She makes human sacrifices,” I insisted, causing her to let go of me to start pacing the room.

Amid this crowd, an older man with a small body in a white robe raised a torch high into the night sky, shouting: "The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. Are you all ready?" The cries rang out from the people around him; it was the cry of women holding their small children in their arms. "If we don't perform this sacrificial ritual, humanity will be wiped out by vampires. You sacrifice your children to save humanity; consider this an honor." The celebrant said. "Please let us die for the children; we will sacrifice ourselves." The woman with ragged clothes and swollen red eyes from crying begged and begged. "They are too young to understand what is going on. Could you please find anothe

He sat up so his hard stomach was touching her protruding one. "Well let me clear the air. I was never going to kill any of my children. When I said sacrifice, I meant I was going to perform a cleansing ritual." "Then why say sacrifice?" "Because it involves the blood of a young white lamb." Her mouth formed an o shape before it closed. "I heard something and it's made me curious. It's also one of the reasons why I came back but I'm tired and sleepy now so we'll talk about it later." She got off his lap with a yawn and snuggled back into covers which Izan pulled off so he could rub his nose on her belly before pulling the blankets over her and then leaving her to her rest.

"nah, they shouldn’t hate you so much. You had only one good choice, and you took it. That was a sacrifice that couldn't really be avoided…they would understand." "I hope. See ya, mate." "see ya." as I headed back to Maren's place, I thought about what I had said, about the witches being the sacrificial lambs of today's battle, and I couldn't help but wonder, how many more sacrifices we would have to make, before we finally destroyed Damien for good.

Once the door was shut behind them, he crouched to his knees before me and took one of my hand in his. “I lost my temper there for a second,” he brought his slimy lips towards my knuckles but I quickly yanked away my hand, “It’s forbidden to harm a sacrificial lamb before the ritual, but you were pushing your luck and I had to put you in your place, honey,” he continued with his back handed apology. “I’m not a sacrifi—”

The water was flowing in a circular pattern now, creating a whirlpool effect that pulled me toward the center of the cavern. "The second trial has begun," the Guardian's voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. "The Trial of Sacrifice. Each of you must choose what you're willing to lose. What you're willing to give up. Only through sacrifice can the Silver Wolf be born." "What does that mean?" James shouted. He was clinging to a rock formation near Elizabeth, both of them fighting the current. "It means," Victoria's voice rang out from somewhere above us, "that someone has to die. That's how trials work. Blood sacrifice. The question is, who will it be?"

A white cloth was strewn over it with petals of yellow and pink flowers on it. Red and white candles were lit in a circle around the entire yard, providing light on this dark night. My eyes roamed from the boys in red monk robes, to the candles and the sacrificial table in the middle. It was like a gathering of a cult, and they were about to perform the sacrifice. And the sacrificial lamb was me. "Bring her forward," Ethan said, and the guys holding me started to thrust me forward. "Do you dare put me on that table!" I yelled at them, but they still pushed me forward.

Steady pulse at his throat. Breathing shallow. Eyes uncertain. Yes. He would do perfectly. “For this to work,” I said softly, almost gently, “there must be sacrifice.” His brow furrowed. “What kind of sacrifice?” I smiled. He was so naive. That was what made him the perfect scapegoat. “A human sacrifice, Landon. That's what the ritual needs.” He stared at me like I had grown two heads before he swallowed his fear and looked at me with resolve.

For some people, a cemetery is the scariest place of all. But not for Elizabeth. The young woman seemed at ease sitting in front of her child’s grave. Tears streamed endlessly down her face. Her eyes, once large and bright, now looked swollen and sunken. “My dear, Mama wants to find a job, so I won’t feel so restless at home. I want to earn money to buy sacrificial lambs, Alex. It’s a tradition in Islam—slaughtering lambs as a form of gratitude for the birth of a child. I promised to buy two lambs. I’ll also make you a beautiful headstone.” Elizabeth hugged the mound of earth covering her child’s grave, hoping it would ease the ache of her longing.

"Even when it falls on my own blood." "You selfish scoundrel," she chokes. I bet you didn't tell Raven she's just a sacrifice to your stupid curse. That she's the key to opening Hades. Did you?!" Ryel looks at her, swiping the Talons on his cloak. "Raven?" he says with a smirk. "She's just one more piece I'll sacrifice for greatness . She is the sacrificial lamb from the start. That daft little fox! Her stench is unbearable. No wonder she was abandoned."