The Sacrificial Princess Light Novels & Stories

“All in good time. Our Master likes his meals to squirm. Our Master likes them to feel every last moment of their lives. We do not kill such unwilling sacrifices. We count their death. How many cuts will it take for them to scream? How many quivering slices of flesh will it take for them to cry for death? How much of their blood will need to be spread on this earth for them to die? How long for them to become willing sacrifices, begging for the final thrust that shall remove their hearts and send them to the waiting arms of our Lord Kalash?” The girls all laughed and howled, salivating with anticipation. The Priestess walked to stand next to Astrid’s neck and, using her hands, began

"You will take a rebirth, remember everything when time comes and end the beast." The princess nodded with an accomplished smile placed her head at his holy feet before she walked back to her chariot. "Princess Veronica you should come back here for the sacrifice exactly after a week on the next full moon day." The sage called from behind and reminded her before he went back to the penance.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

I keep a steady pace with her studying her pretty long wavy brown hair she has pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and the silver dress she is wearing with a sequence with a red lip to tie it all together my friend is beautiful and achingly so. We continue bobbing and swaying to the music when I feel a prickling sensation run down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I discreetly take a look over Sydney's shoulder and when my eyes clash with his very eerily bright blue ones, my steps falter and I almost collapse to the ground. Roman Russo is here. Roman

asked Dorin. “Only some kind of code.” said Johan. “Like the... rock prince is the ‘Dark Rock’ and the flame princess who died is the ‘Flaming One’ and that she was the ‘true flame’ but was killed by her ‘tiny flame’ brothers because she was next in line to be crowned king...” “Now, I’m really confused...” said Mar. But Xander and his companions were all silent. “So, where does this ‘King Light’ come in?” asked Lilith.

The lights around Adrian were so bright he could not discern the source of the light. ‘What's happening? Where is all this light coming from? They seem to be torches…’ The light had a yellowish hue, similar to the light from a fire. It filled the entirety of Enigma City. But yet, there was a ghostly quality to these lights, like they did not truly exist. "The princess of Partingia has arrived, hahaha!" "The princess is here!" "The emperor of Gostia will be having a party tonight!"

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

That's all I can think as we crest the ridge—the moon swallowing the sun whole, painting the world in bruised purples and sickly reds. My boots slide on loose scree as I scramble forward, lungs burning with every gasping breath. The altar looms ahead, black obsidian drinking in the dying light. And on it— No. No no no— The High Priest holds her over the sacrificial bowl. My daughter. My Elara. Swaddled in white linen that glows unnaturally bright against the dark stone. Her tiny fists wave at the eclipsed sky like she's trying to catch the vanishing sun.

Niffa ask as she remembered the forest incident they did she gasp and look at Rico sweating while his eyes are full of terror staring at his hands. “And the both of you had it. I suggest the both of you not to use it,” Merfoy said. “Why? I know it’s dangerous, but if it’s the only way to kill Seres then we will do it,” Rico said in an angry manner. “You don’t understand, once you produce the great light you will be trapped inside. You can’t see anything but pure white light that stings your eyes and slowly burned you until you turned into ashes. In order to stop the great light, one of you must sacrifice to save the other. The great light actually happened many years ago after the divisions

A woman unlike any I had ever seen. She wore neither a crown nor armor. Her white robes shimmered with golden light. She gently placed both hands upon the First Light. "One day..." she whispered, "Darkness will return." "When it does..." "The King and Queen must stand together." "One without the other will always fall." The vision ended. I gasped for breath. "The sacrifice..." I looked toward the First Light. "It was never supposed to be made by one person." The sphere glowed brightly. "You understand." My mother's smile returned.