The Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

It made perfect sense. I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. This so‑called suicide attempt for me was just another one of Hailey’s tricks. Once I understood the truth, I was not even upset anymore. I actually felt relieved. For the first time, it really felt like I had let go. Suddenly, everything that came next seemed so much easier. The police soon uncovered everything about Bloom Haven. That place had been a nightmare for countless young men and women. Most of them had no power, no connections. They swallowed the pain, broke their teeth, and forced the blood down with it.

After my final words, my eyelids gradually fell shut. My colleagues, who were standing around me, removed their hats and saluted me. The air fell silent as they wordlessly bade me farewell. … Far away, Terrence's interdimensional communication device suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. "The female protagonist has perished. A new female protagonist will now be selected," a voice declared. "The Narrative has designated Yvonne Lynn as the new female protagonist of this world." Terrence froze immediately. Before receiving the message, he had been eagerly trying to transfer our team's credit to Yvonne before his superiors.

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

I asked anxiously, "Where are my books and the files that were in the boxes?" Quentin shrugged and said, "We thought you didn't want them anymore, so we gave them to Clara to sell as scrap." When I heard those words, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I collapsed weakly onto the floor, closing my eyes in despair. Those files contained nearly a year's worth of data from my round-the-clock research, and now, it was all gone. Besides, the house was massive, and they could have stored my things in the basement instead of just throwing them away when they converted my room into Elaine's music room.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?

“It’s my daughter’s duty—she was born to sacrifice herself for the family, to use her body in exchange for the greatest treasure in the sea: the secrets of the merfolk! This discovery is going to help humankind truly evolve, as the law of the jungle dictates! Her sacrifice is for the development and sacrifice of humankind…’ He was truly insane. The fascists had produced a madman of the truest sense of the word, and there was no saving him. I leaned against the wall in despair, reluctant to even say a single word. This so-called sacrifice in the name of family was the height of folly, but I had no right to point fingers or say anything to salvage this situation. After all, the protagonist of

“No… It’s not.” Serenity put the glass down and leaned forward, wringing her hands. “I have done as much research as I can. But I can’t find the answers I need.” “And what are they, pray tell.” Serenity licked her lips and glanced at the door, to the pair of demons and her brow furrowed. She didn’t like the whipped look they had to them. “One of the tomes talks about the ultimate sacrifice.” “Ah yes… What a load of bullshit that is. There is no ultimate sacrifice.” Daisy waved her hand and Serenity blinked. “Demons are loyal, yes but they are also cowards. They will always save their own skin, over that of someone else.”

I growled angrily. She laughed hysterically. "See that's what you don't seem to understand. You call them sacrifices but you are not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin word, Sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil" she laughed darker, "And it is necessary for me to have the Shaul's magic. It's was meant for me and you won't stop me" I tried breaking free but Rowena's magic kept me pinned.

Gabriel smiles and kisses my forehead, "I love you. Can always count on you to not lose spirit." Gabriel turns to all the people that are left and says with a loud but sad voice, "MY DEAR PEOPLE. AS YOU CAN SEE, WE ARE HEAVILY OUTNUMBERED AND VICTORY IS NO LONGER AN OPTION. YOU HAVE FOUGHT BRAVELY AND WE WILL DIE AS GOOD PEOPLE FIGHTING FOR A BETTER FUTURE. OUR SACRIFICE TODAY WILL HOPEFULLY MEAN A VICTORY FOR OUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY IN THE FUTURE. SO, LET'S MAKE OUR SACRIFICE MEAN SOMETHING AND TAKE WITH US AS MANY DEMONS AS WE CAN. FOR NOW, THE SHIELD HOLDS SO TAKE THIS TIME TO BE WITH THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND SAY THE THINGS YOU WANT TO SAY. I AM PROUD OF YOU ALL."

The particular threat of someone who could burn the Hall to ash and was choosing to speak instead. “Victory built on unwilling sacrifice is not victory. It is theft. It is murder dressed in rhetoric. The god of wisdom asks what may be sacrificed for victory and what must never be. I say this: the only thing you have the right to sacrifice is yourself. Your comfort. Your safety. Your life, if you choose. But never another’s. Never the innocent’s. Never the outcast’s, simply because their blood is cheaper than yours and their screams don’t reach your ears.”