Scapegoat Novels & Stories

What was even more terrifying was that countless translucent bees were buzzing within the containers. They had no wings or mouths, so they closer resembled wisps of distorted souls as they swirled rapidly around the blurry humanoid mass, greedily feeding on it. My mother's voice echoed behind me, cold and indifferent. "Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry."

"Congratulations to the fresh graduate for landing a 40-year package behind bars." "People like this truly are the scum of society. He should have just died. I can't believe my husband died so tragically because of this man's shortfall in passing a message." "This is pissing me off. Look at how calm he is. He doesn't even care about all those lives that were lost. It makes me want to get rid of him for good right now." "But he's just an intern. Why should he be responsible for passing such an important command at work? Lately, it feels like interns are often being turned into scapegoats. Could there be more to this?"

When Nwaka sat down, his mother, Ihuoma took his wrist and squeezed it. "Did you get what you wanted? " She asked. "Yes i did," He smiled. It was evening when Abuo started an atonement sacrifice. He had been watching for signs from the sky while breathing heavily. When he found the signs he was looking for, he filled his hands with dusts and poured it on a young goat that had its neck chopped off. The young goat was the sacrifice to be used to pacify the village from its sins. "The gods have received your sacrifice and as a diviner and friend to this village, i will advice that everyone of you who has sins in his name, should come out and pacify themselves." Abuo said and continued his divin

Between the two of us, it's like we're being pushed farther and farther behind a brick wall and no matter how hard we try to push back, our efforts are defective. We push and because of it we are thrown to the cold hard ground, and each time this happens it is far more worse than the last. All these problems keep scrounging up, my mom crying and yelling, Declan's still unknown fight, my fight, and now Hayes too. We're in a downwards spiral that recently seems to be popping up left and right tearing us apart at the seams which could potentially shred completely at any minute. "That's right 'that fucking cunt'. You know what? That has a nice ring to it," Wes replies repeating Declan's foul wor

I remain on one end of the living area, keeping a safe distance from him, while he walks around on the plush white rug underneath his feet. “Oh yes, I’m a Sin, born from the Moon with one job,” he tells me, strolling forward. My gaze darts back and forth, but I don’t see anywhere else to run. “What’s that?” I ask warily. He waits to speak until he is close enough that I can smell that almost spicy scent of his. I hate how alluring it is, in the most inappropriate setting. He loves to intimidate me, watching me wait and worry before he says something even more illusive than the last.

Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded. “This speaks of Lana and Apolliana’s eventual division from each other. Obviously, the part about death and destruction talks about Apolliana. The part about the devil losing his love…” Azazel’s voice fades as he gazes back at me with a pitying expression. Fallon’s jaw tightens, and Michael’s shoulders stiffen. “Merde!” he curses beneath his breath wretchedly. “It says that humanity shall be a sacrifice if it were not in the blood of humanity to turn the tide. How can humanity turn the tide if they are the sacrifice?” Fallon asks.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

“Come on, follow me. Stay low. We’re going to try and round up anybody we can and get them as far from the stage as possible.” “This can’t be happening,” James cried. “It was all supposed to be fucking tricks. Just a show!” “James, listen to me! This isn’t your fault. Those Skogers are some kind of devil worshipers or witches or something. Something bad, anyway. And they’re doing all this to get to you. To—sacrifice you to that thing up there.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Skoger just wanted you for this fucked up ceremony. Killing you is going to—‘set the wolf loose’, whatever that means.”

When they saw me standing still, they put their hands on me. “Mr. Campbell, are you worried that you might get your hands dirty? No matter how dirty the cockroach and the floor are, can they be filthier than your heart? “Back then, you looked decent on the outside, but you killed people for a little profit! If Weylon hadn’t successfully comforted the villagers and saved the company, we’d all be out on the streets because of you! “Since you’re back, it’s clear that you have no shame. Hurry up and lick the floor clean!”

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.