The Sacrifice Novel Novels & Stories

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

*To everyone who will read Ava's story:* *My name is Lily Rossi, and if you're reading this, I've been dead for many years. But my daughter is alive, and so are my grandchildren, and hopefully many generations beyond them.* *I want you to understand something about sacrifice. It's not noble or heroic – it's simply math.* *One life for three lives equals love multiplying by three. Three lives for dozens of families equals love multiplying by dozens. Dozens of families for thousands of children equals love multiplying thousands of times.*

Steady pulse at his throat. Breathing shallow. Eyes uncertain. Yes. He would do perfectly. “For this to work,” I said softly, almost gently, “there must be sacrifice.” His brow furrowed. “What kind of sacrifice?” I smiled. He was so naive. That was what made him the perfect scapegoat. “A human sacrifice, Landon. That's what the ritual needs.” He stared at me like I had grown two heads before he swallowed his fear and looked at me with resolve.

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.

“It was supposed to be me!” “It’s not your fault. Stand up, Victoria.” I told her softly, wanting to ease her pain. Unlike me, Victoria is special. She was given a gift from the moment of her birth. She was faster than us, stronger than us and she could tell what a person is feeling just by catching their scent. Our pack needs someone like her in the future. While I… I can make the sacrifice for us. “I chose to be Kevin Jameson’s bride, Victoria. I chose this.”

“It may have been said in the book of prophecy but, her mother already cut her life from that at a very young age. It is what we all failed to realize. Or maybe we would have if you had not sent your men to kill her family and then made the villagers burn her alive after casting her as a witch. You all dug your graves the day you carried out that evil. You already sacrificed the mother and her family. The daughter will not be sacrificed for your sakes, instead, you will have to earn your grace to live. And anyone who tries to lay a hand on her will face the consequences. It doesn’t matter who it is, even if it is you, Elders.” Gabriel, who was not having it, stood up and slapped his palm har

The woman walks to the mirror in the room and says, ''She is ready. 5 minutes later Gabriel walks in. His eyes go over my body and dwell a bit longer on my breasts. His gaze seems full of approval at first until he notices the blue spots from where the woman kicked me. He looks at her furious ''Are you out of your mind spoiling the sacrifice?'' I feel my throat close up and think, ''The sacrifice? I am in deep trouble.'' Lightning starts to erupt from Gabriel's fingers, and he looks the woman in her eyes, ''Get out before I kill you.''

" Do you know where hate is born from or even anger... It's a feeling that breeds inside of you like a virus. The moment it appears is when you have already succumbed to its grasp. You can fight it and resist it but time doesn't stop for anyone so easily... That feeling grows patiently buried so deep, just waiting." I could understand her but I'm certain something was taken from her. The anger she speaks of is a deep pain for her. " Maxine... I understand that, truly. But we need this to save everyone else. Isn't that worth a sacrifice ?" " Sacrifice is all I know, what would you know about it. What right do you have to question me or what I have sacrificed. You have no clue how terribly my

It was because she had… signs of a threatened miscarriage caused by severe malnutrition and prolonged psychological stress. "What do you mean?" Timothy asked, his voice beginning to tremble. "It means that… Ms. Sutton was killed along with her unborn child." After a pause, Theo continued, "I also had someone check her accounts after her release from prison. Every month, the compensation payments were immediately withdrawn from another supplementary card under the guise of various overseas purchases." Timothy felt his heart bleed. He wondered if someone had stolen the money. He finally knew that I was malnourished and that I had died along with my baby.

A small one, to be sure. "It can't be helped," Shelly said. "They're going to give themselves to something greater." "The Empire?" I made a face, not believing that. "No, not the Empire," she said, making a face of her own. "For your race, your species. Nothing comes without sacrifice, you humans should know that better than anyone else." "Why?" "You're entire history is full sacrifice. Your people have built a religion around the murder of innocence and it's resurrection in the desire of humans to better themselves."