Sentence Using Sacrifice Novels & Stories

His voice grew sad and his shoulders drooped as he continued, “A warm source of liquid with a dagger beside the flower could only mean one thing, child…it demands sacrifice…blood sacrifice.” The color drained off my face when I heard him say that and for a second my mind blanked out. “B-blood sacrifice?” Onigfer looked at me with his beady eyes and replied, “Yes, my child, what else can it mean?” I fumbled and tried to come up with an answer but couldn’t find any. I opened my mouth and thought of saying something but closed it while trying to process his words. Blood and killing seemed beyond me. And who do I sacrifice?

Danica said with widened eyes “And if it’s what I am thinking the girl must love him genuinely.” “Really?” Derek asked, Danica, got up from his lap. She nodded “That’s how most sacrifices are, and since it involves a human, I bet that’s what it is.” Derek suddenly chuckled making Danica frown “What if the sacrifice didn’t go as planned?” he asked. Danica shook her head “That would be disastrous.” Derek smiled, a very evil smile “Why does that sound interesting to me.” He said with a grin. °° °°

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?

I had even paid my own high school tuition through part-time jobs. Nonetheless, they had given me life. Out of the two million I received for joining the rocket program, I used one million to treat my injured arm and sent the other to Mom. Mom said with disgust, "What? Do you think you can cut ties with me for one million dollars? Even if you want to cut ties, I don't want your dirty money!" My heart clenched for a moment. This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life.

Hope gently took it from my hands and continued reading aloud. *You need to know this because you're going to face your own impossible choice someday. Not about dying – I didn't see that in your future. But about sacrifice. About giving up something precious for something even more precious.* *When that moment comes, remember: sacrifice made with love is never wasted. The pain you feel is proof that what you gave up mattered. But the joy that comes after is proof that love multiplies.* *I won't be there to hold your hand through that choice. But know that I made mine with complete peace, complete love, and complete faith in who you would become.*

If the question was uncomfortable, then someone was hiding something “It’s possible,” Kaos murmured, being the only one capable of looking into my eyes. “But someone would have to sacrifice himself.” Some murmurs flooded the place. We were in a room with at least twenty people. Including Hunter’s father. “What kind of sacrifice?” I asked directly. I knew Hunter looked at me with reprobation, but the best we could do was look for all the possibilities. If something, however absurd, was able to save us, we should take the risk.

“The corruption within the Nexus cannot be purged without cost. One of you must make a sacrifice—binding a piece of your essence to the Nexus to cleanse it.” The group exchanged uneasy glances. “What does that mean?” Valen asked, his voice sharp. “A piece of our essence? What are we giving up?” The Sentinel’s gaze—or what passed for one—swept over the group. “The sacrifice will be permanent. It will diminish the one who offers it, weakening their connection to the forces that sustain them.” Aria frowned, gripping her bow tightly. “You’re asking us to cripple ourselves? To lose part of what makes us... us?”

"I've forgotten all about that." She coldly chuckled. "You were never worthy of love to begin with! "Do you remember? You've never been able to compare to me ever since we were kids. You barely made the cut for the same high school as me, and your mom didn't even let you attend. "Also, does your mom even know about all those years you suffered while working outside? If you ask me, you might as well be dead." Rhea epitomized the saying, "A little kindness bred gratitude, but too much bred resentment."

“Then let me help you one last time.” She shook her head. “You don't have to die.” The Keeper smiled. “I've lived longer than I was supposed to.” “That doesn't mean you have to stop.” He looked at her kindly. “You're beginning to understand.” “Understand what?” “Why people sacrifice themselves.” Elena's eyes filled with tears. “I hate that word.” “So do I.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “But sometimes sacrifice isn't about dying.” “What is it about?” “Choosing what you're willing to protect.”

My adopted sister, Bianca, screwed up. Big time. It was at a charity dinner. Hosted by the Vitiellos. The most powerful Mafia Family on the East Coast. She spilled hot coffee on the Vitiello boss's sister. Right into her eyes. Almost blinded her. Massimo went ballistic. He’s the cold-blooded Don who runs the whole damn coast. He wanted a hostage from our family, the Costas. Within five days. Or it was war. My mother grabbed my hands. Her eyes were red and filled with pain. “Bianca didn’t mean it. She’s terrified. She’s hiding in her room, shaking so hard she can’t breathe. Valeria, you're tough. You can survive this. Just go to Massimo for a few days. I swear I'll get you back.” My twin brot