Scapegoat Novels & Stories

I stated out loudly but then again there were only a few Vampire's out who could walk in the sun shockingly. "A sanction was made on your name. If anyone dared to touch you there will be dire consequences. Consequences as big as being thrown out of the coven and be left to die as a rogue." Catherine responded. "A rogue?" "Yes, just as a werewolf has his or her own pack, so does a vampire. When a lone wolf or Vampire no longer belongs to a pack, whoever they are is labeled a rogue. A rogue is considered extremely hostile because they have lost touch with their humanitarian side and are just interested in destroying." Catherine elaborated.

demon:- that is true, it takes a year to create such kind of company, and people trust are depend on you after all, what going to happen on the first day of the ritual? first person explains what he said. I think it's your first time, and the thing can little disturbing for you, but a true satan believer doesn't have to be afraid Satan's blessings are always with us, I trust satan more than god, at least he is real, not imaginary, first we going to burn holy Bible, then few humans going to sacrifice, for satan, because satan love blood, superior human will going to drink blood after that 8 devil humans will going to eattthe he flesh of human those were sacrificed after them voting will sta

“No, what does it mean?” “Lucy is one of the Cambions, the half demons, the ones prophcied to kill the Nephilim.” Ornais pointed out, staring off. Daniel had no idea what he was talking about. He knew about the prophecy but he never really paid attention to what it really said. All he knew was that if he managed to fuck up collecting Abigial’s soul Azazel, Abaddon, and Lucifer would have not only his head but Elizabeths as well. Now that the deal with the Seven was secure, Daniel no longer had to play their little game.

Old, ancient power. “This is it,” Hayden said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The text is sealed within.” Ava approached the altar cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “How do we get it out?” Hayden shook his head. “I’m not sure. I’ve never been able to unlock it. But maybe... you can.” Ava hesitated, then stepped closer, her fingers grazing the surface of the altar. As soon as her skin made contact, a surge of energy rushed through her, hot and wild, like lightning crackling beneath her skin. She gasped, pulling her hand back.

And when Selena arrived to cleanse all this with frankincense, it was awkward because I still wasn't speaking to her. "I know you're mad at me," she whispered into my ear, "but this ritual is meant to banish every negativity, so keep whatever sentiment you have against me and focus." Muttering under my breath, I ignored her. This was her fault, after all. The ritual kicked off under the light of the blue moon, where a goat was buried in a fetal position, representing rebirth.

What is wrong with this people with thinking my Hunter was a sacrificial lamb for atonement of sins? "Baby Hunter? Are you out of your mind? No you're out of your damn mind if you think I'll let you kill my child for some sick sacrifice. What is this even about?" "You keep begging me to stop killing those packs but I can't, we can't. The outlanders have been cursed to be vicious, to be murderous in nature my little munchkin and no matter how hard we try, we can't until the last Gaia blood is spilled on the seven temple for a ritual on a new moon. Now we have a Gaia blood, untainted if I dare say. But there's a little hiccup with this plan."

Over the next week, Gogo armed her in subtler ways: Herbs tied in muslin—imphepho for clarity, umhlonyane for protection, beaded bracelets woven with charms against compulsion and a thick Basotho blanket, its geometric patterns hiding older, deeper wards. "These will help," Gogo said, folding the blanket into Rita’s trunk. "But you are your best shield." The night before Rita left, under a swollen full moon, Gogo led her to the field behind the house. A circle of salt, crushed herbs, and candlelight waited. Gogo wa;led right into the middle of the circle and Rita followed. "Breathe in," Gogo commanded, pressing a smoldering bundle of imphepho to Rita’s chest. The smoke curled around her, thi

"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."

~ -HIM- We’re enveloped in darkness as we watch the Goatmen patrolling the way to Ishtar’s palace. Those half-human, half goat-like creatures are Ishtar’s devotees. I remember the night when Ishtar sent them to kill Nefret. It boils my blood. I saved her all the time and now she is here, to be killed on her own.

The deity said as he disappeared. “La hustle or else la wuu!" He chanted one more time as he changed into his normal clothes and left the room. Fortunately, for him, he had the items that were mentioned. He stepped into the hen-coop and took the cock after which he proceeded to untie the black goat. He dragged them into the house and into the room where the sacrifice would be made. He said a few words and a few chants on them before he slaughter them to appease his deity. A few minutes later, the carcasses of the dead animals disappeared.