Novel & Cerita The Sacrificial Princess Light

They splashed water on the bonfire — declaring war and death if the ‘Word of Honor’ is not met. “10 years ago, you promised me one of your daughters, George Starling.” Alpha Kevin growled, long claws growed on his fingers. “I am here to claim that promise.” Corinthian tried to stop the word of honor from happening. In the end, the noble steed of our pack was killed. Now here I am. I was prepared to surrender. But this… this is too much! "Can you stop staring at me?” I whispered, voice trembling in shame and anger. “Can you… can you please leave and give me some time. Alone. I just —”

I already knew what it said, even before Rashid read it aloud for all to hear. King Asban, It is our greatest pleasure to join you this evening. We have sent riders ahead of us to announce the meaning of our meeting, in hopes you will prepare for our arrival appropriately. As you know, my son has come of age and is in search of a worthy bride. The importance of his betrothal is of the same as the betrothal of your own daughter. I’m aware you have denied her hand to the other three kingdom’s princes. It is my greatest honor to present my own son, in hopes you will find him a worthy fit for the Princess. Prince Sadeon is jubilant for this meeting; I do hope you consider our offer.

“I have thought long and hard about how I could possibly repay this beautiful couple for the role they played in protecting me and your miracle prince. I want to do something for them that would mean as much as what they’ve done for me. I can think of only one thing. Therefore, I wish to relinquish my claim to the throne of Kurr and turn it over to my brother, Prince Mandrake.” The room went wild. “You can’t do that!” Drake said in surprise. “It’s yours by right.” At the sound of Drake’s protest, the room went quiet again. They were all eager to hear my response. “It may be my right by custom, but it’s your right by action,” I said. “Let’s face it. I don’t remember Kurr and what I saw of

𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕(𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒕).

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

He wore full armor, but his helmet was tucked under his arm as he reached me, emerging from doing rounds in the other direction. It was a face I knew. One I hadn’t yet been able to forget. His spiked dark blonde hair and keen blue eyes made him highly distinctive. So does his large frame. “Alaric...” I said in horror. His blue eyes were intent on me as he passed me. Not blinking and not wavering from his intended direction. “Princess.” He nodded in a cold greeting. “I’m the queen!” I corrected haughtily. “Not to me, you’re not.” He was already past me and taking the stairs. “You’ll always be the spoiled princess running from what she is.”

“The sunlight… it…” Frowning, Titus moves forward and reaches out toward the light, but stops as he too becomes burned. “What?” He hisses, jerking back. “How?” “She…” I whisper, looking at the dead woman. “Who is she?” For a moment, Titus doesn’t respond as he too looks at the woman, but when his gaze finally comes to mine and I see true panic there, I realize how grave of a mistake I’ve made. “She is the priestess of light.”

With the bright sun and thousands of people being so packed together, within minutes, complaints about the heat arise everywhere, the clothes soaked with sweat. At this moment, the royalties enter the junction from the blocked road, guards paving the way for them. Males in shiny boots and long coats styled with expensive crystals, and females in extravagant dresses, their tails sweeping the pebbled ground, looking more appropriate for a ball than for a public execution. “Who is she?” asks Fia in a slight frown, referring to a demoness of average height and petite physics, who is heading to the back row to settle down. “I think she is the youngest princess. Why?” answers Sage.

"This pendant was made by the last worrier the moon goddess sent to protect the humans, that was before he let the darkness take over, you see the council always push the worriers to a point where the darkness is release, and because of how powerful they get, they had to be executed" I looked at the pendant and they flipped it over, on the back where another set of engraving that read 'l'oscurità che è in noi, può essere sollevata solo dalla luce che ci circonda'. (the darkness that's in us, can only be lifted by the light around us). "He engraved that the day both his mates died, the council had them killed in a rouge attack, they where his light out of the darkness, he loved them both so m

By the time the princess rose, death would already be singing through her veins. Cassandra folded the parchment, slid it beneath a flagstone she had pried loose, and exhaled, steadying her pulse. “One stroke,” she murmured to her reflection in the darkened window. “And all of Qombinia will forget her name.” Lightning flickered across the clouds, illuminating the arena beyond the palace walls. It gleamed like a chalice, ready to receive blood. Cassandra smiled and let the shutters fall closed. *********