The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance 소설 & 이야기

"I was just finishing the chapter where you sacrifice yourself to save the girl. It’s a very popular trope. The readers love a mother’s sacrifice." "I’m not sacrificing anything," I said, my voice dripping with venom. The purple fire was leaking out of my eyes now. "I’m here for my revenge. I’m here to kill the Author." The man finally looked up. His eyes weren't diamonds. They were mirrors. I saw myself in them a woman covered in blood and fire, holding a terrified child. "You can't kill me," the man said. He held up his pen. "If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?"

On the back, in perfect handwriting, were four words: She still owes me. Sophia’s breath hitched behind me. I turned slowly. Her face had gone completely white. “You know this,” I said softly. She nodded once, tears falling down her face. “Yes.” My chest constricted in agony. “Is it the same person?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Because in that moment, I realized the twist I didn’t want to face— This wasn’t just about the past. It wasn’t about revenge.

"Yes." Rick's fists clenched. "I want revenge." The witch's eyes glowed crimson. Now they were getting somewhere. She slowly crouched before him. "What would you sacrifice for revenge?" Rick didn't hesitate. "Anything." The witch smiled. Exactly the answer she'd hoped for. Because revenge always had a price. And fools were always willing to pay it. Damon's POV

[Juliet's POV] The system continued. [Terms of Sacrifice: You will have to offer up your entire soul, Jeffrey. Upon a successful sacrifice, time will turn back to a week before the apocalypse.] [The cost: You and Lucas will cease to exist entirely. Every trace of both of you will be wiped out from all realities. No one will remember either of you, including Juliet.] I froze. As it turned out, Lucas' sacrifice was only in exchange for my soul to be completely restored. And for me to actually be reborn, Jeffrey, too, had to pay the price of having his soul shattered.

“I hate to tell you this, my dear, but freeing a demon is a messy fucking business. If you aren’t willing to get your hands dirty, you might as well kiss your Prince goodbye now.” “Why? Why a sacrifice? Am I not already making one, using my own blood at the risk of what it might do to me? I’d rather be drained of everything than take another life.” It held its arms out. “That is exactly the reason for the sacrifice. The energy required for the ritual would kill you before you could complete it. Blood is the purest form of power, the very essence of life. The sacrifice is what fuels the energy needed to perform the ritual. Blood for blood.” It leaned forward, running its tongue over its teeth

“I just worry, man. This isn’t a game of emotions—it’s a war. And sometimes, even the coldest among us are forced to make sacrifices.” I stared at him, my eyes darkening. “Sacrifices? You think this is just about sacrifice? It’s about setting things right, reclaiming what was stolen from me. Do you have any idea what the Claudia Empire did? They took everything—my childhood, my family, my identity. I am their product now, their legacy twisted into something monstrous.” Silence fell between us, heavy and foreboding. Rico’s gaze drifted to the window where the early morning light struggled to break through. “And yet, you’re doing this for revenge. Revenge will never fill that void, Luca. It wi

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

Dust rose in the air as I flipped through the brittle pages, my eyes scanning the ancient symbols. My lips curled into a smirk. The Dark Spirit could reject a vessel, but it could not escape a binding. I turned to the next page, reading the details carefully. The ritual required a sacrifice—not just any sacrifice, but a soul strong enough to rival the Dark Spirit’s will. A soul filled with hatred, rage, and untamed power. I slammed the book shut. I already knew who that sacrifice would be. By the time I left the archives, my plan was clear. I summoned my trusted lieutenant— Varian.