The Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

When Zack Fleming gets a tiny scrape on his arm, my wife, Melanie Perry, who loves money more than anything else in the world, rejects a business partnership that's worth hundreds of millions of dollars. She then forces my sister, Cindy Sherwood, to donate a large amount of blood to Zack, despite knowing that Cindy has a heart condition. I immediately call Melanie to demand answers. "We only took a few drops of blood from her," she says nonchalantly. "Why are you making a fuss? Besides, Cindy's tough. She'll be fine. But Zack's different. He's the company's lucky star, so nothing must happen to him. "Business has been improving by the day ever since he joined the company. Everything tha

“…what sacrifice could be greater than letting go?” *

I was deep into my research that year but needed a break to clear my head. I never expected that a casual outing would lead me to bump into Matthew on an adventure with a group of explorers. A snake had bitten him, the venom coursing through his veins, and I saved his life. When he came to, he tried to repay me with a hefty sum of money out of gratitude. I did not take a cent. I just said my goodbyes and walked away. Our paths crossed again when I was duped by a con artist—an old lady who would not let go of me. Matthew just happened to drive by and saw the whole thing. He stepped in and got me out of the mess.

Then, I turned to Dad and said, "I'll go." "What!" A series of shocked exclamations rang out in the room. Dad's eyes widened. "Have you really thought this through? There's a very high chance that you're heading to your death." Vanessa shrieked, "She agreed way too eagerly! Could it be that you plan on talking badly about us to the Alpha King and sacrificing the pack to save your own life?" Eyes shining with disdain, Malia scoffed and added, "Annabelle, stop pretending like you want to be our savior. If you piss off the Alpha King again, the whole pack will have to pay the price along with you!"

"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?"

Evelyn turned toward him. "Stop talking like that." He looked at her. "Like what?" "Like you already accepted that one of us has to walk through the Door." His expression became serious. "Someone does." "Not yet." "That is not how sacrifice works, Evelyn." The word immediately changed the atmosphere. Sacrifice. A word that had followed her since the beginning of her journey. Her father sacrificed himself fighting a pureblood. Lucien sacrificed his life to stop the Blood King's curse. The Blood God sacrificed his freedom to guard the universe.

She picked out a massive book in black leather color and gave it to me. "It's a book of ancient rites, some of which had been written thousands of years ago and were considered prohibited for many years. There is one in here that might help, but it will require a great sacrifice. You’ll have to cross into the spirit realm, confront the witches, and bring Zoey back yourself.” I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What kind of sacrifice?” Aunt Belle met my gaze, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Your soul.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks. My soul. I would have to risk everything to save Zoey, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t let her be consumed by those witches. I couldn’t let Andrew win.

Just like that. I stood there, numb. His parents had given everything to their country. They didn’t deserve to die like that. If he had stayed, they would have lived. Instead, he walked away to help Vanessa chase a second-class medal, and traded two lives for it. The Cole family had always been known for its legacy of service. And yet, it had produced someone like him. I called Richard Cole. The moment he heard, he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. After that, everything fell on me.

The heat hit my frozen skin like a physical blow, and it hurt because everything hurt, the warmth and the light and the eyes of the nobles who lined the walls, dozens of them and hundreds of them, all watching and all smiling and all waiting to see what would happen to the latest sacrifice. They dragged me to the center of the room and forced me back to my knees, and the stone floor was cold against my skin, colder than the snow had been, and I stared at the black stone with its red veins running through it like blood, like the blood of all the sacrifices who had come before me, who had knelt in this same spot and waited for the same fate. "The sacrifice," someone announced, and their voice