Soul Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

scrawled in blood by someone long dead. "The soul may resist. The bond may fight. The caster may lose more than he binds." I turned the page. Warnings were for the weak. For those who didn't understand that some things were worth any risk. It would require sacrifice. Pain. Blood. And it would probably destroy her in the process. I closed the book and leaned back in my chair, my hands pressed to my temples. Was I really considering this? Was I really willing to hurt her to make her mine? The answer came immediately, without hesitation.

Rumor had it that she sacrificed herself to keep her mate alive. " It's true that she exchanged her life to save her mate. For such a serious spell, her soul was bound to be disintegrated, not dead." Liam explained. " So she didn't necessarily die but her soul was scattered?" I asked and Liam nodded. That's something I heard from Valeria. If a witch sacrifices her life, her soul doesn't disappear, rather it disintegrates and scatters. If someone obtains blood from a Phoenix incarnate, they can bring that person alive.

If she were her former self, the Sacrificial Offering Manifestation would be no different from an ordinary manifestation to her. But now, with her original soul completely destroyed, she might very well become trapped in the manifestation forever, never able to escape. The greatest characteristic of the Sacrificial Offering Manifestation was that it made people unable to distinguish what was real. Those who entered would gradually lose themselves inside. Because within the array, they might encounter the people they wanted to see the most but could never meet again. The victims would be drawn in bit by bit, becoming so entranced they'd never want to leave. Once they felt those emotional wave

Lucienne asked the lady who now seemed a bit confused with the type of questions Lucienne was asking her. "This is your body" "No, this... This is not my body" Lucienne shook her head. "What are you saying, Miss. Cherry?" The lady asked. "Cherry? I... I am not Cherry" she shook her head putting the lady into more confusion. "But.... But you are Cherry, are you okay? You hit your head against the bath tub quite hard, does your head still hurt?" Diana asked, her brows furrowed. Lucienne understood now, this was just like it happened in the movies, she had watched movies where the soul of someone would move into the body of another and that made her understand that her soul was now in the body

Finally, the night before my birthday the Coven King makes a breakthrough on what was used on me, but he doesn’t seem happy about it. “The wench who did this used powerful sacrificial blood magic, and I’ve figured out how to reverse it, but a sacrifice is needed to do so. Caspian your up.” “I’ve told you before Kade, I don’t do sacrificial blood magic.” He states coldly, but as his statement leaves his lips the Coven King chuckles. “See I didn’t ask you Caspian I was telling you. You’re my oldest friend, and I’ve never had to use my magic on you, but you know how important she is.” They share a knowing look before Caspian nods his head in understanding as Kade moves towards me.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

To hold its power, they had to pay a coin, not of gold, but of their souls. The words on the page described it in chilling detail, each man stamped blood, each surrendered a fragment of his life to keep the book sealed from outsiders. But beneath her father's name, the writing shifted darker. "Payment incomplete." Alessia froze."…Incomplete?" Luca's hand covered hers, steady but cold. Luca: "He cheated. He gave half his soul, not all. He thought he could outwit the book, outwit fate. But the balance demanded by blood cannot be stolen from. The debt passed to his bloodline to you."

As a warning that the coven itself was waking up, alive with the force that passed through it and was fuelled by the chaos of the moment, the ground shook beneath their feet. Ever the composed one, Tarice moved forward and used his practicality to cut through the commotion. "Arguing won’t help her," he stated in a steadied, even voice. "What’s the next step?" Valdis inhaled deeply, feeling his chest rise and fall in anticipation of the words that would alter everything. "A sacrifice," he remarked in a low voice, carrying a sense of something solemn and unavoidable. "Not of incense and herbs, but of blood. Someone has to sacrifice something from their history in order to get her soul returned

“They tried. But each soul he consumed became a prison, a chain binding divine power. If they destroy him, those souls will be lost forever, condemned to eternal damnation. The prophecy was clear: Only sacrifice can end him.” Frustration surged through me, hot and helpless. “Sacrifice from who? How?!” I turned to the book, hands trembling, and etched the desperate question onto the page. The answer appeared slowly, painfully simple: Love And Sacrifice. I stared at the words, willing them to mean something else, but they didn’t. “I’m truly sorry you’ve had to carry the burden of something you never chose,” Zevarion said gently. “Even after being reborn, you returned tethered to the cursed wol

"How do you expect it to smell after being here for four days? I planned this on the day of the hunting competition but you and Zedekiel just had to disappear. It’s alright, though. There’s nothing in the books that says the blood has to be fresh. The necessary sacrifices have already been made. You just need to give up your body to me." Prince Ron’s eyes widened in horror. "W-What do you mean by the necessary sacrifices? Did you kill your own people?" His stomach churned at the thought. The Elves were such nice creatures. They didn't do anything wrong. How could Prince Kayziel kill them? "Oh relax. I just killed like, 10 Elves." Prince Kayziel replied as his pearl lifted into the air and la