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It was more than I could ask of them and I was proud of my children for coming this far. “My Maidens.” I called forth as I stood behind the Dias. “The time is finally here. Tomorrow is the night of the Blood Moon, the night of the final sacrifice. Tonight, we go into war with our own kind. Do not be afraid of failure, my children; be afraid of what might happen if we do not succeed.” I picked up the final sacrifice; a lamb bone wrapped in cedar bark and leaves and placed it inside the bowl of moon water at the centre of the Dias.

As the vision continued, the Moon Goddess spoke softly to Amanda, "The sacrifices they offer are not to gain favor, but to express their remorse and desire for redemption. Their intent is to create a lasting bond, acknowledging their past mistakes, and seeking a new path illuminated by the Moon's light." The sight of the one-year lamb and the elders' sincere offerings touched Amanda's heart. She understood the significance of their gesture, recognizing the potential for healing and renewal that lay within it. The Moon Goddess further explained, "It is not the sacrifice itself that brings solace, but the genuine intent behind it. In unity, the packs can find strength and a shared purpose that

I told him. "You are very innocent my lovely Luna. You never know how special you are," he said as he walked closer to me. "Just tell me what you need from me. I want this over." I shouted. "Yes, we will do this faster. The moon is shining now. It's time to sacrifice you and your blood." his voice was creepy. I want to jump out of my skin after what I heard from him. He was going to sacrifice me and my blood. So this is not just greet and meet ceremony. This is a sacrifice ceremony. What the hell!

They splashed water on the bonfire — declaring war and death if the ‘Word of Honor’ is not met. “10 years ago, you promised me one of your daughters, George Starling.” Alpha Kevin growled, long claws growed on his fingers. “I am here to claim that promise.” Corinthian tried to stop the word of honor from happening. In the end, the noble steed of our pack was killed. Now here I am. I was prepared to surrender. But this… this is too much! "Can you stop staring at me?” I whispered, voice trembling in shame and anger. “Can you… can you please leave and give me some time. Alone. I just —”

The old man's voice comes out soft and submissive but also dry like he hasn’t had water in a long time. "Compared to yours, my pain will be over in an instant." Horror wraps around Zesh's face but in the moment, he would do what he was meant to do. The sparks forge into flame and soon enough the red fire of magic consumes the criminal. The blaze burst from his fingertips. The fire doesn’t hurt himself but the old man would burn up. He tries to scream but his vocal cords are melted together so his scream comes out unnatural. Zesh uses his hand to grab the flaming head, forcing him to stand. With all his might, he pushes the sacrifice off the edge of the world. The burning lamb travels down to

I just want to kiss those red, plumpy lips until the dawn breaks. Wait, I am an offering and sacrifice. But what kind of sacrifice?

"The witcher was recognized by rumours of human sacrifice, which he admitted to doing." "Human sacrifices?" The Alpha seemed angry. "How is it that a sorcerer known for human sacrifice entered our territory?" "No proof was ever obtained regarding the sacrifices," Gabriel replied. "Go on, Estelle," Adrien asked. "I don't know much about warlocks, but he teleported us without even breaking a sweat." "I knew he had teleported!" My brother exclaimed furiously. "There is no warlock as powerful as this, but if he made sacrifices, that could give him enough magic for some time."

~Rory~ Crickets. Thousands of them singing inside my head. Of all the possible conclusions of this prophecy, me being a sacrificial lamb has never crossed my mind. “Fuck,” Elijah rubbed his hand over his face, looking at me with clouded emotions. “I...” I swallowed hard, groping blindly for the back of the chair within my reach, grabbing onto it; the marbled floor beneath my feet turned to puddles. It makes sense now. The gruesome deaths, the six-pointed star carving on each victim’s forehead, the missing hearts... It’s a sacrificial ritual. “Your soul,” I murmured, each puzzle piece slotting together now. “I am your twin flame, and my death will complete your

All he needs now is to restart his body and reform his soul. He walked slowly towards the three women. He bent down on each one of them and whispered, “Your sacrifice tonight will be repaid in the afterlife.” Saying this to his sacrificial lambs was always successful in calming them down. Knowing that you’ll die as a sacrifice is somehow more meaningful for people than dying from senseless violence and greed. “How was the procedure, Hans?” he asked his trusted servant. “It was done perfectly, master,” he replied, bowing at him. Massimo did not need to check to see if it was true. Hans has already proven many times his efficiency in the ways of surgery.

The evil in those eyes… that darkness in his voice, it puts even mine to shame. He stands up, turning away. Deep down I knew it, but I was in denial… I didn’t want to believe it… I didn’t want to anger him because I wanted him to love me, to accept me. “Ah, like every lifetime you really are foolish…” He mutters. “Don’t worry Little Lamb, Zedkiel gave you a befitting name, because when the time comes, you will be the sacrifice… just like you are, every…. single… time….”