The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

‎Eli's body trembled, the words sinking into him like ink beneath the skin, impossible to wash away. ‎ ‎Damien's hand found his, their fingers lacing together—silent reassurance beneath the chaos of dominance and surrender. ‎The room was heavy with the scent of sweat, satisfaction, and something far more dangerous—territorial, inevitable. ‎ ‎Later, as sleep dragged them under, Eli traced the bruises blossoming across his hips and thighs—the evidence of possession, of the night that left him wrecked, breathless, and utterly, irreversibly claimed. ‎ ‎For once, he didn’t fight the tremor of satisfaction curling deep in his chest.

She slowly waved a piece of black paper in the air, the edges glinting faintly under the chandelier’s light. “The prize for this little show... the invitation to the Aihara Annual Auction House,” she added, her tone soaked in satisfaction as she watched her sons being dragged away, like pawns in her grand, twisted game. “Just surrender now, Dorian. We both know I’m the strongest,” Jaxon said proudly, a smirk playing on his lips as he rolled his shoulders, stepping confidently into the center of the arena. “You’re nothing but a weak piece of shit when it comes to this.”

I ask. “Power,” she says simply. “Real power and not that hedge magic your mother taught you or the one we did those years ago. This—” She taps the book cover. “This is old dark magic. It is forbidden for good reason, but the benefits of wielding its power is worth more than any rules, though if you want to get those benefits, you have to be ready for the sacrifice it requires.” “What kind of sacrifice?” I ask. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” She smiles even bigger and opens the book to a page marked with a black ribbon. The first text on the page is handwritten in a language I don't recognize. It's not Latin or any other language I am conversant with.

I let myself touch his skin, and as my fingers traced the edge of the mark, the flame disappeared until it was completely gone. My body became even weaker as the hole sealed up, and it felt like a lot of energy had been taken away from my body. I slumped beside him, and in my almost unconscious state, I saw him lean over me and try to raise my head. What was this curse, and why hadn't all the sacrifices ended it? It was slowly tearing him and the village apart. “ Elisa…” he said in a low, breathy tone. The room suddenly stilled, no more full of that tense, choking energy. The candlelight flickered, and I felt another presence in the room.

In a heavy voice, he replied, "You're too emotional, Terrence. There isn't an infinite amount of Narrative favor in this world. You've transferred most of Quinn's fates and opportunities to Yvonne. It's only natural that she's not protected by the Narrative anymore." A hint of pity flashed across his eyes. After a brief pause, he added, "You even forced her to endure hardships that she was never supposed to bear in the first place. Her Narrative favor had already been drained by Yvonne a long time ago. Quinn Sawyer is no longer the female protagonist." Terrence clutched his chest. The ache in his chest made it incredibly difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't believe that he was the reaso

I can barely breathe. Where was the man who had cried in my arms when darkness took my eyes? Had he ever existed at all? “What?” he drawls. “You look shocked.” I laugh coldly. “You’re my mate.” He lets out a humourless chuckle. “Mate?” His voice drops. “Did you really think sacrifice makes someone lovable?” I go still. Every word is a knife stabbing at me. “Did you think going blind for me would make me love you? That gratitude would turn into desire?”

"I can't just leave and let you sacrifice yourself for us, Mother. Demitri will never forgive me if I do that." "He will not forgive me too if anything will happen to you and your child. And I will also never forgive myself if that happens. You are already a daughter to me, Ophelia, and the child you are bearing is my first grandchild, the heir to the throne. If someone is to be sacrificed, it should be me and not either of you." "What a dramatic scene this is," Ren suddenly butt in. I threw a ball of fire to him but he dodged and smirked at me.

The woman walks to the mirror in the room and says, ''She is ready. 5 minutes later Gabriel walks in. His eyes go over my body and dwell a bit longer on my breasts. His gaze seems full of approval at first until he notices the blue spots from where the woman kicked me. He looks at her furious ''Are you out of your mind spoiling the sacrifice?'' I feel my throat close up and think, ''The sacrifice? I am in deep trouble.'' Lightning starts to erupt from Gabriel's fingers, and he looks the woman in her eyes, ''Get out before I kill you.''

“It was supposed to be me!” “It’s not your fault. Stand up, Victoria.” I told her softly, wanting to ease her pain. Unlike me, Victoria is special. She was given a gift from the moment of her birth. She was faster than us, stronger than us and she could tell what a person is feeling just by catching their scent. Our pack needs someone like her in the future. While I… I can make the sacrifice for us. “I chose to be Kevin Jameson’s bride, Victoria. I chose this.”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below