The Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

I urged Daniel to come with me so we could search through the books at that particular spot to know if it was going to lead us anywhere. We went there, they were ancient Books that has to deal with death, rebirth, spells, the life of werewolves, and sacrifice. "Wait a minute, heedah once mentioned something about a changeling being a creature of sacrifice right?" I turned to Daniel, and he stares around like he was thinking then nodded. "That's it, she was here to get the book on sacrifice." "Grab it" Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant.

Andrea's grin vanished, and it was replaced by a blank expression. "Listen everyone! You know that Alpha Bryan chose her to be sacrificed for the sake of our pack. You blame Alpha Bryan for his decision. Then, we found out that the sacrificial ceremony failed because the reason is, the sacrifice is still alive. You know what I mean? We experienced this disaster for over a year because Andrea is alive! Now, don't blame Alpha Bryan for what he decided for our sake and for the pack's sake. Blame all the misfortune we experienced to Andrea because she is alive. She should die!" Tasha said, grinning at Andrea. She ran towards Andrea while holding a knife to stab her, but before Tasha stabbed Andr

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

"There is a way. But it requires sacrifice. A willing vessel to absorb the darkness and contain it." Clara's blood ran cold. "What kind of sacrifice?" "A person who is willing to take the darkness into themselves and hold it until it can be destroyed." The Archivist's voice was soft. "It's dangerous. It could kill them." --- The weight of the choice settled over them. Clara and Morwen knew they couldn't ask anyone else to make this sacrifice—it had to be one of them. "I'll do it," Clara said, her voice steady. "I'm the one who found it. I'm the one who should—"

She pauses and looks into my soul, “I was willing to sacrifice my daughter to make sure this plan came to be. I guess it all comes down to that. Sacrifice. What someone is willing to lose to win this, which is why I know I’ll win. Because while you’re more than willing to sacrifice yourself, that’s where your line cuts off, where I’m willing to lose everything in my life in order to win.” I take a deep breath, “Except yourself.” I tell her, and she looks at me confused, I stare into her soul, “I had blood on my hands before your daughter. You didn’t sacrifice her for the greater good or whatever, you just put her in a position to be killed. You’re willing to sacrifice everything except yours

That is how to make the people left breathing be saved for the next human race. It has been an enormous quest for Sarah and Grace. They are facing the greatest battle of their life, between good and evil. They stood brave against the power of will. They knew that this would never be possible without the sacrifice of the scientists and their humanoid friends who strived so hard for the survival of mankind. It was never easy to pursue what could mean a sacrifice of their life for the benefit of others. These two women were able to survive their life be a "sacrificial- lamb."

The beast murmured and squashed the dear’s skull to eat its brain. I heard noise from behind us, sensed the company of someone - not one, not two. ‘Someone is here,’ I tried to tell the beast, but he merely grumbled and focused on the carcass in front of him. ‘Someone is drawing in…’ ‘Why should I bother? If you die, I die with you, and you don’t have to be a monster anymore’ it said, and resumed eating. The words of the spirit rang in my head again… They will find you soon, and you will be nothing more than just a blood sacrifice on their altar. He has already sent out his men, and they shall find you before you can save her.

And when this particular secret finally emerged, it wouldn't simply destroy lives. It would destroy families and empires. And perhaps, most tragically of all, it would destroy a love that had survived against impossible odds. The first battle had ended. The real war... Was only beginning. END OF BOOK ONE

"What a way to describe it, Father. Sacrificing your firstborn to bloodthirsty demons is not ideal to you?" Enzo stiffened in his chair, eyebrows furrowed. He clearly had to hold his tongue and restrain his own rage. "I do not take this lightly, child. This is how it has always been done. We cannot sacrifice the happiness and security of our people. This is a sacrifice we must make."

“I’ve done nothing but destroy Lena. If my death can save you, save all of you, then it’s the least I can do.” The figure raised a hand, silencing the room. “Sacrifice is not merely about death. It is about relinquishing what is most precious. Zara, what you offer is steeped in guilt, not redemption.” The words struck Zara like a blow. She shook her head and balled her fists. "So, what do I owe you?" The figure’s gaze softened, an unsettling contrast to its earlier tone. “What do you believe is worth giving?” Zara faltered, her breath shallow as her mind wrestled with the question.