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His intentions to offer Scarlett as a sacrifice to some malevolent deity had gone horribly wrong, and the consequences were now upon him. His hands trembled, and his once-confident posture crumbled as he clutched the sacrificial knife, stained with Elara's blood. Panic etched across his face as he stammered, "What have I done? I... I have made the wrong sacrifice. The gods will be furious. They will—"

She was not the lamb that had been chosen to make love’s sacrifice. “It is me,” I realized. “If it’s not Tarra, then that means…” To end the slaughter, Not dragon son, but daughter, In the right hand, Rivyn’s sword will save the land, If the lamb chosen is wrong, Love’s sacrifice will not be strong.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?

Enzo When I kicked down the door of the witch’s hut, my eyes widened as I saw the bloody scene in front of me. Selena was sitting on the floor in the middle of a circle drawn with chalk. In her lap lay the bloodied body of a lamb; they had slit its throat, like some sort of sick ritual sacrifice. In front of her kneeled the witch, who was smearing the lamb’s blood onto Selena’s face with her bare hands. They both froze when I kicked down the door. Selena whipped around to look at me, her eyes wide and her face covered with blood that was painted on her skin in strange symbols.

“What do animals like Mr Smith love?--- Women. We are going to use a woman to get Mr Smith trapped in his own cobweb. “I’m not getting this,” Ayaan declared, still wearing the I-am-confused look. He rested his back against the couch. “You are always the gentle and holy one. You get nothing in the world of people like us. But don’t worry, I will take care of this,” Faizan guaranteed. “How are you going to do it?” “Just trust me,” Faizan smiled and chug down his remaining drink. Author’s note 🥰🥰🥰

"Your brother has harvested four souls. He needs five more before the ritual is complete. And you... you're so busy protecting your mate that you've left your pack vulnerable." "Liam is contained." "Is he?" Lycaon gestured, and the air shimmered. An image appeared, Liam standing over another body. Fresh. Still warm. Five. "No," I breathed. "Yes." Lycaon's smile widened. "The ritual is ready. All that's left is the sacrifice. And your mate has so graciously agreed to participate." Bliss tensed beside me. "I've agreed to nothing."

"The doctor said that this is forever. I could never run or jump like a normal person, let alone swim. "I gave up my leg for your son. What did I get in return? For him to abandon me without any hesitation in the face of a flood. What right do you have to beg me for mercy?" Donald lost his temper. "So, what the hell do you want? We've knelt and apologized. Are you trying to get our family killed? Don't you know how to be kind to others? Are you not worried about retribution for being so evil?" I bawled out laughing. "Retribution? Have I not received enough? What I know is that Jack's retribution has only just begun."

Chapter 1: The Scent of a Sacrifice Trope:Omegaverse / Breeding / Sacrificial Lamb Heat Level: [NOIR] The iron bar dropped into place with a heavy, final thud. Maya stood in the center of the cabin, her fingers white as she gripped the hem of her thin linen shift. This was the tithe. Every ten years, the village gave up their most fertile girl to the Alpha of the Ridge to ensure the mountain didn't swallow them whole. She was no longer a person; she was a peace treaty.

"Eliminate them! Destroy the pro-humans!" "His Highness Azazel will help us realize our dreams! Help him attain immortality, and vampires shall rule the world! Long live Azazel!" Lamia shouted, beckoning someone toward the sacrificial altar. From her hiding spot, Rebbeca watched the massive gathering with growing curiosity. A human woman was being offered up as a sacrifice. A figure that was clearly not a vampire approached—a strange entity radiating an aura far more terrifying than any vampire Rebbeca had ever encountered.

Sophia, in the form of memories and the laughter of their daughter playing nearby, seemed to be a silent yet profound participant in the conversation. Larry's words, infused with a deep sense of gratitude, opened the door to the unspoken sacrifices that had shaped their lives. The sacrifices, like chapters in a novel, had woven a narrative of love, resilience, and shared commitment. As he spoke, his eyes held the gleam of someone who had discovered the richness of life through the lens of sacrifice.