The Sacrificial Princess Light Novels & Stories

Even the princesses' cries died down. As the three continued their incantations, a portal of shimmering light manifested above Xenia and she felt her body lifting slightly. Out of the portal, little white strings of light danced around the princesses as they were held in place. Then one by one, they would enter the princesses, tearing a scream from their lips until their entire body was bathed in light. Suddenly their cries turned into a silent scream as the light left their body and swirled in the air. The sound of the three sisters' chants blended with the rustling of the leaves and howls of the wolves. In the climax of the ritual, the sisters raised their ghostly hands to the sky, channel

Unconsciously making everyone willing to go under her banner. “Thank you Miss Quara….First of all, I want to thank, President Mies and also the rest of Aeternum….for willing to help me…despite this has nothing to do with Aeternum at all…my vassal…supporter…and my people….My name is Helen Hallerus..the 6th Princess of Hallerus Kingdom…and I am sure that everyone knows me as the Tribute Princess….also, I know that many of you also know from the rumour that I were already dead….but actually..I am not…but rather….truthfully…I was sold by father…to live under the cruelty of Principality of Light..”. (Princess Helen Hallerus)

His bright eyes set my blood on fire. When we made it to the bottom of the steps, he was there, and I was grateful. I didn’t know how to navigate an event like this. I only ever served drinks and had been invisible. “Good evening, my King, Princess.” He bowed. “Good evening, Sebastain. We must get Sophia over to see Andrew Ravencraft from Stormveil Pack. They must get to know each other before the wedding.”

"Light sustains you? I would have thought that it was unfavourable to your existence. " "Oh, yes. In fact, it is the staple diet here, as it is called. We absorb the light from the planetary bodies, and we pilfer a little reflection from the outside world. These purple lights all around you see, are the ultraviolet reflections of the solar radiation modified into glowbulbs- waste byproducts of light, inedible for us. Some present light to our Princess as offerings, out of fear, or loyality," he stated calmly, as if describing the weather. "Out of fear?" Nimuel gaped at him, "Haz'th, is the Princess... dangerous?"

Therefore, the different kingdoms held events celebrating the Mother and her powers. The Kingdom of Winter celebrated the Winter Solstice, thanking the Mother and offering their finest furs, the best wines, and the most delicious king crabs caught in season. The Kingdom of Darkness celebrated the Evening of the New Year, thanking the Mother for the past year and for the one to come. The kingdom itself didn’t offer sacrifices, but the king had to give a little of his power so he could make the stars shine brighter. The Kingdom of Summer celebrated the Summer Solstice, thanking the Mother for the long days, as the sun shone more and more, and the people sacrificed two days of their lives to da

I sighed in frustration, rereading, and saw that I was chosen to be the one to do the sacrificial prayer and ritual. The annual sacrificial prayer and ritual held deep-rooted traditions that had been passed down for generations. The chosen one, adorned in the traditional attire, would be carried in a palanquin while performing the customary dance. The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings.

He smiles I content, picturing that perfect chaotic world where the original lives and stands, as he claims. “Prince Raiden’s princess, just how much would I dare to give up in exchange to meet you? Princess Ai Sakura Shinohora.” Placing his palm onto the pentagram and whispers the spell that only he could hear. Dark-colored flashes of lightning emerge from every corner of the lines, dancing and frantically somewhat losing and away from a particular beat, yet searching for its prey. To the eyes that open in the middle and directly unto the three sacrificial things he offers. Black like goo emerges, eating and slowly devouring the gifts, but sacrifices, as he watches in pure delight.

The Blood Moon Chapel was aglow with light. On the ancient altar, two crystal goblets waited for the sacred rite. The light of the blood moon streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting an eerie red glow over everything. "Princess Rosalie of Silvermoon Manor, Monarch Damien of the Obsidian Throne, please come forward," the High Priest's voice was deep and solemn. Just then, my Aunt Elara rushed in. She wore a stunning purple gown, her eyes filled with happy tears.

"That little kid who fell in the water... that was you?!" The tips of Alexander's ears flushed. "Yes." "I've been looking for you for ten years." Sophia suddenly laughed. "But you were only twelve then, and I was sixteen. I'm four years older than you." She raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't even had my first crush, and you were already in love?" Alexander looked at her, his gaze clear and earnest. "Princess, do you want the truth?" "Go on." "Because you were like an angel," he said softly. "You saved me, and you were so gentle. You made me believe there was still light in the world."

" They are not gathering fruit, Rena. They are not fishing. They are not doing anything like that. But those wires that come into the houses, the ones that make the light so we can see at night? It all comes out of here. What is in there and how the light is generated, I don't know. She shrugged. He had tried to explain everything she knows about the way the light worked. But she had just pointed at the light and said, " Magic." Princess Diana tried to think of something that would make more sense to her. "Butter!" She said. " Cheese. All those good foods that you can't just shake off a tree? Everything I have been saying, they all came from behind this door."