The Sacrificial Princess Light Novels & Stories

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.

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

The magical core that made me who I was. And when that much power flowed through a mortal body all at once, that body didn't survive. "There must be another way," Grandfather said for the tenth time. His wrinkled hands gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles had gone white. "Some other method. Some other sacrifice." "There isn't." The head scholar, an ancient priestess named Morrigan, shook her head. "The Shard is a fragment of primordial darkness. Only primordial light can unmake it. And Princess Lyra is the strongest light magic user born in centuries. Perhaps ever."

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

Lisa asked as Conri put down a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. “We are going to attack in a few hours. I need to you stay here with Jones. I need you to protect her.” “Ok and is Tala ready? Physically and emotionally?” She took a sip of coffee and warmed her hands around her cup. “I hope so. She has been through so much the last couple of days.” Conri closed his eyes and shook his head. “I am sure she will be ok. I have not met her yet, but she is The Moon Princess, and that is enough said.” Lisa reached over the counter and squeezed her brother’s hand.

“You are my light in every shadow, my strength in every storm.” Liora’s eyes glistened. “And I knew, even in darkness, your soul called to mine. You taught me courage, patience, and love that heals the scars of war. I vow to stand by you, always.” The High Priestess smiled. “Then let your vows be sealed.” Christen lifted a small silver dagger, nicked his palm, and Liora did the same. As their blood touched, a silvery light flared between their joined hands. The crowd gasped.

After a while when the room was completely , the white witch spoke in a cold voice , " Witches and Wizards the day has arrived .The day we waited for years . Tonight is special more than any other night . Tonight exactly when the other day stars the curse is about to be broken . The moon princess will posses her powers , her power are a threat to the whole world . But our coven is proud to make sure she doesn't learn to use them , she won't until she reaches the place she belongs to , the moon . This month when the full moon rises and is coloured with the red colour of blood and the moo princess's powers are on its peak , our coven will do the honour to kill the moon princess and save all th

A black falcon could be found from the large balcony on the chamber where the tribe princess chose to rest. It was -Shregi-the black witch who helped her performed the dark magic almost a month ago. Stepping at the dark balcony, the moon became the princess’s sun since a month ago. The day often weakened the body of the princess like that of a snake which always hides from the dazzling rays of the sun. She could stay for a while under the sun but not long time.

The priestess who bore her collapsed, still bleeding. She would not rise again. Her sacrifice had been foreseen. Sirelia cradled the girl. And the flames on the altar whispered: “She carries both.” “Dust. Moon.” “Neither queen. Nor heir. But a beginning.” The court gathered within the hour. Torchlight filled the amphitheatre. The throne pulsed. The banners of ash and thorn unfurled across the stone walls. Raisa stood rigid near the altar. Venn knelt, eyes wide, breath held.

The light gathered, not like a wild blast, but a steady radiance—like a star choosing to stay. Priam’s eyes narrowed. Ariadne’s brows lifted slightly. Master Darius leaned forward, fascinated. Alessia exhaled. The light didn’t waver. It grew. It spread up her wrist, painting a faint pattern along her skin—tiny starbursts and crescent moons that flickered like they were being drawn directly onto her. Seraphine gasped. “Princess…” “Her Lux pattern,” Darius whispered. “Unique—no two Lux patterns are the same…”