The Sacrificial Princess Light Novels & Stories

"The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart." Prince Marcellus looked up from the book, fixing his gaze on Scarlett. "And... What about this? It's a story, isn't it?" Scarlett said, still failing to understand why this was so important to Prince Marcellus. "This is exactly what happened in the courtyard the other day, albeit on a smaller scale."

Tears well up in my eyes again, that is all I feel like I am doing at the minute. We part ways and we get into our positions in the ritual circle. Scarlet takes a deep breath and starts to chant the words that will start the sacrifice. This time as she chants a light blue light starts to flow through the objects which connects them all together. While Scarlet is chanting the blue light then travels around her and up it goes it even makes her hair rise like the blue light is creating a breeze and it keeps travelling into the night sky.

She hurriedly pulled him away from the raging battle, preparing to sacrifice him for the dark ritual that would unleash unimaginable power. The air around the convergence site crackled with an eerie energy as Jade initiated the ritual. Dark tendrils snaked through the air, forming an otherworldly barrier. The prince, restrained and helpless, became the focal point of the impending sacrifice. "We have to hurry", Rey yelled. "She has begun the ritual", Seraphina said. Rey charged ahead of the rest in a mad frenzy as they all pushed through the defenses, As Rey made her way toward World's Edge, the convergence site, her senses heightened. The air crackled with magic, and the ground beneath her

Then she sighs, places me in the crib, stretches her hands in my direction and I see how a white light comes out of them, just like what happens in mine. She says, “Hecate, goddess of wisdom and magic, I call upon you. Sleep the princess’s wolf, block her magic. For every seal on her soul, a mate will rise. My sacrifice, my magic, will pay.” The light from her hands becomes so intense that I cannot see clearly, forcing me to cover my eyes, as I hear someone say, “payment accepted.” Once it’s all over, I feel a shock. I remove my hand from my eyes and see that my mother is on the ground.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

~*~*~ Rhae was on her knees, at the mercy of the gods who punished her. But then salvation came. A sliver of light slid under her foot, barely being caught by her half-closed eyes. Then the ground trembled underneath her. The disks of water ended, allowing her to lower her shield and gaze up towards the bright light. It raced up the palace walls, reaching the tip, then exploded outwards. The ground shook violently and the golden light covered the sky. It was gorgeous and it was full of power, raining down from the sky. It was like it fueled her, filled her body with energy and strength. It was the magic of the gods, returning to help her in her final moments.

I'm mesmerized by the softness in her eyes and how they seem to sparkle as she smiles at me. She walks with her head held high, her posture impeccable. Despite her seemingly weak form, she's armed with a couple of weapons holstered on her belt, one knife on each side. A black leather stripe connects the belt to a side pocket in her middle thigh. She appears capable of overpowering anyone that stands in her way. She looks regal in this scenery: a queen crunching the leaves of her territory. My throat fills with everything I longed to tell her while imprisoned, but I swallow every last word. I don't want to burden her with the terrors that cradle me at night or the fears that devoured the last

"The ritual is over. I killed the Alderdices like you asked, so let Victor go and you can do whatever you want with me." Sarah laughed. "Oh, sweetie, the ritual isn't over. It hasn't even begun." She frowned. "You said if I killed them—” "Staking those old geezers was just a test for you to prove you had a backbone. The ritual states that the princess must consume the still-beating hearts of two supernatural creatures." She grinned, gesturing to the crowd. "As you can see, we have a buffet of them." Her stomach lurched, but there was no emotion behind the reaction, only physical disgust. "Consume? As in eat?"

“What do we need to do?” “Sacrifice the princess.” “What?” “She represents the tribespeople, so she is the perfect sacrifice. It’s not enough to make up for all the lives we’ve lost. You are fortunate our Goddess is merciful and willing to accept just one sacrifice.” As the priestess’s words sank into the acting chief’s mind, he felt as if he had struck gold. What could be better than this? The princess was the only thing standing between him and his quest for power. Without her in the picture, there’d be no one in his way.

They were even smiling in the same way. Amanda shuddered. 'Finally the rituals are about to begin,' she thought. She was so scared now. "Show me where the patients are, "Illarion repeated with a stern tone demanding. "Sorry, Prince. Only us and the offering woman may see them," the healer refused. That's still with the same smile. This time the man dressed all in white glanced next to the Black Prince. His eyes seemed to widen in surprise. "What an unusual sacrifice," he muttered, moistening his lips with his tongue.