Scapegoat Novels & Stories

Ansel rubbed his face and exhaled deeply before looking at her. "Honey, I want you to know something about me. All this time... I... I've been David Foster's right-hand man. I had to... find a pregnant woman every three months for a ritual offering," Ansel replied in a soft voice, but it was clear because the villa was so quiet and empty. "Ritual? What ritual?" "A ritual to gain wealth, fame, position, anything. On the night of the full moon, we have to sacrifice a pregnant woman to be gang-raped, after which the fetus in her womb will be taken to be eaten and its blood drunk," Ansel explained bluntly.

Once we finish our Initiation, we are giving a new name aside from the number we were given on the day we were recruited. Out of the 5 recruited each year, only 1 becomes a GHOST. The devil himself. The type you would send to wipe out a whole city without batting an eye for the innocents within. Born to never show weakness, to never miss a target, to never make a mistake and most of all, to never turn our back on Hexagon. A defense system to make sure they had all their assets in check. Rob Anderson is an asset, a Ghost before he rose higher in ranks and became a Baron, there are many like him, some were ghosts just like himself, now given high ranked works and a team at his disposal and oth

“That Doberman is a rare pedigree. It must be worth more than a hundred thousand bucks.” … Everybody threw around their opinions. Ethan trembled in fear. My heart went out to him. Fearing Ethan might go into shock from the emotional strain, I scooped him up and turned to leave at once. However, Andrew stood in my way and said arrogantly, “You can’t leave. You need to pay up for injuring my baby girl. “It’s going to cost you a million bucks for the vet bills and mental trauma.” I furrowed my brows. The onlookers gasped sharply.

King Nnaji breathed in, "Our elders say that, when a goat needs a good scratch, it looks for a wall. But if a man needs a good scratch he looks for his neighbor. Awo anaghi agba oso eghighie n'efu" "Our elders also say that a salamander and a lizard might claim oneness, but on the day of procreation, the salamander will always remain a salamander and a lizard. This is the day of procreation, my dear friend and King. We have your history and the last time I checked, your people are nothing but breadwinners of the devil himself."

She stopped herself, the hurt vanishing from her face. “Forget it you ungrateful brat.” And with that, I was alone again. I searched for the shadow child but he too was gone. That didn’t matter much, Sera was still breathing. I was going to find her, I was going to make her strong. But first I needed to make sure she will be safe. I had to kill Aamon. I had to kill Luci. I started pacing a new sense of life that had filled my soul, a sense of purpose, a chance of salvation and forgiveness. Now how was I going to achieve this? I was weak, they were strong. I looked to the broken bottle, for a moment wondering if it would be worth it. To kill innocents so I could grow strong, no. Sera would ne

Scapegoat said as she snapped her fingers. She then began to generate duplicates of herself that began to surround the mountain landscape that we were standing on . Eventually, we found ourselves surrounded by sixteen scapegoats. All with the intention of fighting us! Worst question ever! Adrian said. As if this didnt seem like a multi-million franchise about aliens fighting for a evil emporer wearing a hooded cloak ! Now, we have to deal with clones! " Um guys! " Adrian said. " I think we're out numbered! "

Scapegoat said as she snapped her fingers. She then began to generate duplicates of herself that began to surround the mountain landscape that we were standing on . Eventually, we found ourselves surrounded by sixteen scapegoats. All with the intention of fighting us! Worst question ever! Adrian said. As if this didnt seem like a multi-million franchise about aliens fighting for a evil emporer wearing a hooded cloak ! Now, we have to deal with clones! " Um guys! " Adrian said. " I think we're out numbered! "

“I’ve to trample all the grasses to find the goat!” She looked around and listened to the surrounding noise. Had she heard a mischievous laugh? Hee-hee-hee…and finally the goat cried again, Meh-eh-eh-eh. The two voices sang together in alternating acapella. Never had she believed so much in the supernatural however she gestured for a blessing and prayed silently. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit! Please protect me! The animal’s cries echoed not around the precipice but in the middle of the bluff above her. That’s impossible! It couldn’t be hanging on the wall of a bluff!

The sacrifices were not regrets but the stepping stones to a life that reflected the resilience they had all discovered through Sophia's influence. As their reflections mingled with the soft laughter of Sophia's namesake, the room became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken understanding. The sacrifices, though diverse in nature, converged into a singular truth—they were the threads that had woven the tapestry of their lives. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the candlelight; it emanated from the shared acknowledgment that sacrifice, when fueled by love, could transcend the ordinary and lead to extraordinary moments of connection and fulfillment.

The healers who'd testified against me were trembling like leaves in a storm. "As for Anna Mitchell and Noah Miller," the Alpha King's tone turned to ice, "murder of a pack Alpha—and framing another for the crime. Under the Tribal Alliance Law, the sentence is the Silver Cage." Anna and Noah looked up, pure terror in their eyes. The Silver Cage. They'd be locked inside a cage of silver—and for a werewolf, silver burned. It ate through skin, through flesh, until nothing was left but a puddle of rot. "No! No, please!" They crawled to the Alpha King's feet, sobbing. "Mercy! We didn't mean to—we just... we made a mistake! A terrible mistake!"