The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was repulsive. "Take care of him and let Romano know that he was useless. He didn't know shit about Diablo" Diablo was the cause of every hatred in my heart. He was the reason why vengeance was embedded so deeply in my every senses. Every gunshot that was ever caused by me,by my fingertips left behind a dream of it being him behind the trigger. "Send in Damien",I growled out Shit is officially about to hit the fan I hear a knock on my office door.

Ornan says to that creature which is cloaked in the shadows. He did everything for centuries to meet the dark creature, but they never came. But today he was not expecting their visit but was pleasantly surprised by it anyway. They possess the ability to bestow us with whatever we wish for. Everything they give, they demand something else in return. Nothing will be given freely. Everyone has to pay a price in the form of offerings. But they only take our offerings in the form of sacrifices. Sacrifice is the process of killing any human or supernatural by placing an offering spell on them. That spell will allow the dark creature to accept or reject our offers.

Elaine pulled out a knife and charged toward me, and the close distance made it impossible for me to escape. Just when I thought I would die there, Andreas instinctively pulled me behind him, and the knife struck his heart directly, blood spreading across the floor. "Isadora, I finally did something for you." He gripped my hand and used his last strength to speak."I'm willing to offer the entire Fitzgerald fortune as a wedding gift and fully support your experiments. So, Isadora, will you marry me?" I thought he had truly lost his mind. At a time like this, he was still thinking about romance.

Her brow furrowed, and for a moment, she looked… afraid. “It showed me a sacrifice,” she murmured. “A great sacrifice that must be made to defeat the evil that is coming.” My blood ran cold. “What kind of sacrifice?” She didn’t answer right away, and that silence unnerved me more than anything. I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “Elena, what kind of sacrifice?” I repeated, my tone more urgent. Her eyes met mine, and the weight of her words hit me before she even spoke them. “The sacrifice of the true mate.”

The forest's magic amplified our emotions, guiding us toward the sacrifices that would unlock the Enchanted Forest's true power. As I delved into my memories, the image of my family appeared before me - my parents, my siblings, and the warmth of our home. The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had spent so long yearning for revenge against the darkness that had taken them from me, but in that moment, I understood that holding onto that anger was preventing me from embracing the light. With a heavy heart, I whispered, "I sacrifice my thirst for revenge. I release the darkness that has consumed me."

Then came the distant wail of sirens, growing louder by the second. Amelia’s heart stopped. She turned and saw him. Her face went pale, eyes wide with horror. “No… not him! The man I love!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. ⸻ And that’s a wrap, my wonderful readers! 🎉 The Revenge of the Betrayed Bride has taken you on a wild ride of betrayal, revenge, romance, and jaw-dropping cliffhangers. Thank you for reading the story continues in Book Two: The Blood-Stained Vow ~The Return of the Betrayed Heiress.

I hear her voice tremble with worry. "Sometimes," I said honestly. "I've never got along with any of the ones I've came across." I said crossing my arms and lounging in my chair. "Oh...why's that?" Her nervous lips quivers out. I wasn't trying to scare her the slightest. "Because, Dark Witches do a lot of dark sacrifices." Remembering back to my earlier years.... "I don't... kill anyone and I only sacrifice plants and flowers." She said tucking her hair behind her ears and taking a few sips of her wine.

“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

"Every Dark who chose. Every being she helped. Every creature she saved. Every one of us must give a piece of ourselves. Must sacrifice a portion of our life force. Must pour our energy into her. Only together can we save her. Only united can we heal her. Only as a community can we restore her. One or two is not enough. Ten or twenty is insufficient. All of us must give. All of us must sacrifice. All of us must serve her as she served us." "Will it work?" Stream asked desperately. "Will it save her? Will it be enough?" "I do not know," the ancient Dark admitted. "This has never been done. Never been tried. Never been tested. Giving life force is dangerous. Sharing energy is risky. Pouring yo

Lupus Tenebris asked. “Yes.” She whispered. “Say it!” “I open myself to you willingly Lupus Tenebris.” “Recite these words,” he ordered. “By fang, moon, and darkness eternal. By blood and shadow, I call upon the ancient bond to be broken. Darkness and light, stone and sea, accept my sacrifice!” The word sacrifice jolted Judy, before she could react, the mountain shook violently, then pain exploded through her chest. She gasped. Something was wrong.