The Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

"Our purpose is to save lives. What's the point in attending if they're already dead?" His callousness shocked everyone around him, including me. Calvin never used to be like this. He was brave, had a compassionate heart, and went out of his way to help others. But perhaps all humans were inherently selfish, only to reveal their true nature when faced with personal loss. "Cal, I think you should go check anyway. People's lives are at stake—what if there are others waiting for your help?" suggested Charlotte. She continued, "My place is safe now. Let me come with you guys. Maybe I can help out."

“Still, you had to pass through trials to prove your love was genuine.” She paused. “The reason you’re here today is sacrifice,” she continued. “Lyra, you started the sacrifice when you chose to let go of your wolf side for him. George, you embraced lycanthropy for her. If either of you had become selfish and refused to make that sacrifice, the love would have ended.” She locked eyes with both of us, there was an unspoken weight in her words, a truth we could feel deep in our bones. Ellen’s voice softened. “Sacrifice is not just an act of love, it is the measure of how far you’re willing to go for each other. That is what binds you, and that is what will determine your fate.”

"No, please..." "How dare you feast on your King's sacrifice?" Alexander spoke, and the maid shrunk, hiding her face. "Sacrifice," the word echoed in Dua's head. She looked at Alexander, and then at the maid, then at Alexander again. "No," she muttered, her feet giving away as she fell unconscious. Alexander moved swiftly, catching her before she reached the ground. The door opened, and a guard walked in, going on one knee before Alexander. "Your Majesty."

“Here we go!” Demonslayer struck living mass. Steam exploded. The limb recoiled—damaged, not destroyed. “Go!” Scott yelled. “Don’t wait!” Brooke was already moving, pulling charges from her bag. “Three,” she said. “Two—” The Queen lunged again. This time, she was ready, so she thought. Angelinka straightened, ready for the assault, this time he wounds cleaned up in a bright white light, not like a shining light but a holy light.

From the look on his face he'd managed to finish reading the demon book. "Liam?" I looked back and forth between them as Sassy turned toward the statue, crystal in his hand. "Tell me." "Syd, you have to stop him." Liam lurched forward, but the demon shield held him back. "The book he was reading. It wasn't just about demon sacrifice. It was about human as well." Sacrifice? My heart clenched as I drove my power into the shield. My demon lashed out, still in pain, but ignoring it as best we both could. It seemed everything I threw at it was simply absorbed.

he says, "or would it help more to just sit with someone for a minute before you have to think about it again." It is, I think, exactly the right thing to say, gentle without being intrusive, and it makes something in my chest loosen slightly for the first time since I walked out of that library. "The sacrifice isn't a thing," I say. "It's not a ring or a title or money. It has to be something that actually costs you to lose. Two pairs in this pack's whole history managed it. One offered the possibility of children they never had. The other offered a gift." I stop myself before I say more, before I say old blood, before I say my mother's name, because even exhausted, even grateful for his ge

“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

Sacrifice isn't about dying. It's about choosing to be different than you were before. And I chose to be their opposition. Their conscience. Their reminder that another way was always possible.

“Look through the rest of the book – see if anything else rings a bell. I’m going to go call Sinclair, get his team working on finding out anything else they can about this cult.” I nod, turning back to the book and quickly looking through the pages, my mind whirling. What the hell was this cult? And what on earth can they want with Ella’s little baby? Why did they work so hard for him to be born if they… If they worship the god who works in opposition his grandmother’s mission… My eyes light again on the phrase “blood sacrifice” and my heart drops to my stomach, my breathing ratcheting up. “Miss?” the librarian says at my shoulder and I jump, spinning towards her. “I’m so sorry!” she says,

They were arguing, their words slicing through the fog in my mind, each one making my blood run colder. “The sacrifice must be alive, Kasamaan, not dead,” a woman’s voice said, calm but edged with steel. “And she must be willing to offer herself.”A man’s voice roared back, deep and thunderous, shaking the air. “You crazy witch! That’s not what you told me! The sacrifice is here—get it done!”The woman’s reply was steady, unyielding.