The Sacrifice: A Dark Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

I added, my voice low but sharp enough to make the air in the hallway turn to ice, "always pays its debts. Whether they're paid in blood, or in cash." Ava Russo thought she could take the money and run. She should have known better. Traitors don't get happy endings. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to deal with us. Marco nodded and walked away. Dante didn't follow. He remained by my side, his eyes still on Robin in the monitor. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Regret what?" "Not making him suffer more." For the first time, I let out a real smile. Not a cold one, but one of genuine relief.

The raw power of a pureblood poured off me in waves. "Oh my gods..." Bonnie covered her mouth, her voice trembling. "What is she doing?" All the color drained from Chloe's face. "It's... a bloodline sacrifice... A dark ritual forbidden by the packs!" "Dark ritual?" I slowly sat up, blood dripping from my lips. "This is justice." My eyes locked on Bonnie, burning with the fire of vengeance. Through the last threads of our breaking bond, I could smell the temporary mark Ryan had placed on her. The scent made me want to vomit.

"He said you betrayed him. He said I had to pay the price." I looked at Richard, horror drowning every other emotion. "What are you doing?" "Teaching you a lesson." He pulled out a knife, and the fluorescent lights caught the blade. "Every betrayal has a cost, Aria. Every secret you keep, every person who tries to help you they bleed." "She has nothing to do with this!" "She has everything to do with this." He moved toward Lila, and she screamed. "She is your sister. Your weakness. And until you learn that I am all you have, I will keep taking pieces of your world away."

Aaron didn’t reply, only his hands silently clenched into fists. There it was again, her monologue playing out once more. “What did I have to do for you to get where you are today, to have this position?” She began to sob, tears streaming down her face like a true actress: “I had to tolerate, to humble myself, to sacrifice everything... And now, because of a momentary whim, you want to destroy it all?” She staggered back, clutching the edge of the table, looking as if she might collapse. “You... you want to push me to my death, don’t you?”

“We need a blood transfusion immediately.” The world seemed to stop. Lily covered her mouth. Tears fell instantly. “A transfusion…?” she whispered. Dante stepped forward without hesitation. “Take mine.” Everyone turned to look at him. “I’m the baby’s father,” Dante continued firmly. “Use my blood.” No hesitation. No pause. But suddenly— “No.” The word came fast. Dante turned sharply. “What?” Lily shook her head hard, tears streaming down her face. “No…” her voice trembled, “…you’ve already sacrificed too much.”

The rest of the group knew it was useless to tell her to take a break. Sally would only stop when the job was done or when Johnathan told her to. She didn’t know how to enjoy the little moments of peace when they came. She was always on the go. They all hoped that once this was over, they could rest and never have to fight again. What they didn’t know is that if all went according to plan none of them would survive, not even Sally. Once Johnathan found the darkness, he planned to kill them all. He was going to steal their darkness and offering them up at sacrifices. He almost regretted lying to Sally, but her death was needed most of all. He had to sacrifice the one thing he held most dear t

What the hell did it mean to have dark magic to begin with? "Of course. Your blood would give me so many powers, more than the sacrifice of twenty humans." He licked my cheek, trying to provoke me. Well, he got it. I smiled a little at his stunned, pale gaze, just before pushing myself forward, taking advantage of his closeness to wrap my legs around him in a fierce attack. I wrapped them around his neck, doing a jump that caused my arms to bleed from the chain. I squeezed and moved my body with force. If I did it right, he could kill him. I could break his neck, I could suffocate him. I ignored the pain of my hands trying to get free, as well as the bleeding wounds on my wrists.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Yvonne walked away “What is going on?” Uzor asked “God took Arnold” “What.. Why!!” Uzor said as he looked up, Rachael walked away 2 days later… Maria recovered from her wounds and sort forgiveness from her friends “I know I have been real bad, but please forgive me” Maria said to Yvonne and Rachael “I forgave you the day I saw you wounded” Yvonne said to her “me too” Rachael said “Lucifer took advantage of me, actually had me through the pain of Max’s death which I blamed Yvonne for and he used me to kill a lot of people and now I feel really bad” she cried