The Sacrifice Novel Novels & Stories

**We got our sacrifice** When Heidi was first detected as the sacrifice, the auspicious day for her sacrifice was away for so many days. But, it was her stars. For her sacrifice day would never come because she was never a sacrifice. She could never be sacrificed. But Margaret was the perfect sacrifice or we could say that Margaret was the actual sacrifice and as per the curse she was happily agreeing on getting sacrificed. Maybe she was tired of her long wanders around the world too. However and whatever ways she adopted to save herself from the sacrifice she could never run away from it. She, in conclusion, accepted her fate, her destiny to free her own soul, and the people who she had to

He told her. She tried to open the book, but the book would let her. Suddenly the book fell from her hands and crawled to the opposite side of the room and flipped open. This is where Sally learned that a sacrifice needed to be made. “Of course, it does.” She said. “What is it?” Johnathan asked her. “What is the book saying?” “Something about a sacrifice.” She answered still not realizing she was the sacrifice. She looked up where the book had stopped and saw more of the hidden scroll.

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?

The smile on Jack's face stiffened. Eva cowered a little in fright too. "M-Mr. Janson, i-it was a misunderstanding!" Jack stuttered. "I-I d-didn't know that Naomi couldn't swim! Plus, Eva is my boss's…" "So, my daughter deserved to be sacrificed because of your boss's relative and your future?" My father pressed on, making Jack speechless. Suddenly, my father snickered. He snapped his fingers and a bodyguard immediately brought Eva's huge suitcase in and threw it on the floor.

Lord Salem said to them, as they held the knife and they began to shake, most of them were killed with their loved ones, then the mastermind began saying. "I know it could be so hard for us to do this but, we have to, we have come a long way and we cannot go back, we cannot die as a fool or a coward, is this is the sacrifice you have to make to survive then we must do it, our generation will be glad for we have made the right choice to give them a better life, do not be scared of what you are about to do now for it is only a sacrifice which you would have to make, it is obvious and clear that nothing good comes easy in this life, you have to struggle, you have to make some sacrifices, and th

Ink bloomed across the page. ‘Sacrifice and love.’ I stared at them, heart twisting in confusion. What kind of sacrifice? Whose love?

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."

At the very bottom of the picture the caption said “The birth of the next generation. Sacrifice of the mother for the blessings of the son.” Seline covered her mouth to stifle a little yelp of terror that nearly escaped. She looked around the ward, but all was quiet. She picked the book back up and looked through a few more pages that showed many more scenes similar to that one. There were many rites and rituals in full description, even notes on the ideal candidate for each sacrifice. It seemed that every rite or ritual required a sacrifice. It was a horrible book. Finally Seline closed it she did not want to look at the horrors inside any more. She quickly got up and put the book back wher

"This is my choice. My decision. My sacrifice. The Devourers came for me. They want to erase me. They want to consume hope. They want to destroy what I represent. If I give myself to them, they will leave. Will take what they came for. Will spare everyone else. That is the only way. The only solution. The only answer that saves the community. I must do this. I must sacrifice. I must give myself to save everyone else." "Dawn already died for us," Stream wept. "Ember, Mist, and Dawn's Echo already sacrificed. You already nearly died from giving too much. How many more must die? How many more must sacrifice? How many more must end before this stops? When is it enough? When do we stop losing tho

He handed it to her without a word. Elara unfolded it, her eyes scanning the worn ink. It was an entry from an old tome, written in a forgotten dialect. But she recognized enough of the words to understand its meaning. A sacrifice does not always mean death. But it must be willingly given. A bond reforged in surrender, a choice made under the veil of night. Her heart pounded. “This… this could be it.” Vesper nodded. “It’s a risk. If we interpret it wrong—”