When Their Sacrificial Lamb Is Gone Novels & Stories

We were all dressed in white gowns like lambs about to be used for sacrifice. Maybe we are. Perhaps we are about to be offered as sacrificial lambs. The air was heavy with a chilling silence, broken only by the distant murmur of voices and muffled sobs of the girls as We walked past closed doors, dark tunnel until…for the first time in a month, I saw a light…a clear bright light, that wasn't dim candlelights. A sense of impending doom clung to the atmosphere when we approached a set of double doors, which swung open as we approached

The oath started with blood so blood it requires", her voices dropped a few octaves. She spoke gravell changing the atmosphere to an even more eerie one. "What do you mean?" Jess asked, her tone brittle. "What I mean is that one of you must be the sacrifice"...................

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

The Second Sacrifice I moved toward the next chamber, where the second wave of sacrifices waited. These were different from the first—wolves bound not by loyalty to me, but by desperation to escape their suffering. The room was thick with the acrid scent of fear and hopelessness, a fitting tribute to what I intended to achieve. One of them, a young female wolf with tear-streaked cheeks, looked up as I entered. Her mate had been killed in the first wave of the ritual, leaving her bond severed and raw.

The ninja turtles were under the impression we were going to finish up yesterday's tour where we left off, and the others had plans for their last day in the city of love. A long hot shower helped remove the scent of sex, but nothing could erase the memory from my mind or ease the ache of the scratches her nails had made down my back and on my sides. I got dressed and left to get the others, knowing as I walked out the door and into the car that this would be the last time Gabriel Russo existed. *** FELIX ***

“Are you close to them?” His brows furrowed. “Close to them? I wouldn’t use that exact word. But I do frequent their headquarters.” I leaned forward, interested. “Lorenzo told me that there’s to be some super important cannibalistic ritual in two weeks. Are you aware of it?” “The eclipse ritual? Yes.” Inside, I exhaled a breath of relief. “I also heard that someone is going to be sacrificed, do you know who those peons is?” He leaned back, tapping his chin, his eyes cast to the side the way he does when he’s thinking. “Come to think of it, they did mention this person once to me. And then nothing. They haven’t said anything else.”

"The doctor said that this is forever. I could never run or jump like a normal person, let alone swim. "I gave up my leg for your son. What did I get in return? For him to abandon me without any hesitation in the face of a flood. What right do you have to beg me for mercy?" Donald lost his temper. "So, what the hell do you want? We've knelt and apologized. Are you trying to get our family killed? Don't you know how to be kind to others? Are you not worried about retribution for being so evil?" I bawled out laughing. "Retribution? Have I not received enough? What I know is that Jack's retribution has only just begun."

The priest’s voice drifted down through the rifts, crystal‑clear and cold, amplified so every survivor in the valley heard their fate: "Mud‑dwellers… Your Alpha and your false Empress have been reduced to atomic dust by celestial fire. No impure bloodline remains to claim this land. By decree of the White City, the she‑wolf’s bastard whelps shall be sacrificed upon this altar as a lesson to all beasts… Prime the plasma batteries to the children’s heads." I felt three paladins’ light‑cannons ignite barely three paces from my twins’ small skulls. The fury that tore through me was more than rage—it was the absolute breaking of every limit mortal flesh could contain.

"Tell me the harder word, then." Margaret studies me for a long moment, and something in her expression shifts, the careful, patient stillness she usually offers giving way to something graver, more deliberate. "The sacrifice this ritual requires," she says, "is not simply something precious in the ordinary sense, child. It is something each party genuinely cannot live without. Not treasured. Not cherished. Essential. The kind of thing whose loss does not merely wound but fundamentally unmakes the person losing it." "That cannot be right." My voice comes out unsteady despite my best effort to hold it level. "Margaret, no ritual asks two people to give up something they cannot survive losing.

She looked on the verge of crying, he could see her hidden tears. Beside her, Alex and Nikita both looked at him in anticipation. For the first time Arthur averted his gaze from them. He silently gestured toward the butler. The feast began. "As per the sacred traditions of our pack," Arthur announced proudly, lifting his wine glass, "Ten newborn lambs were sacrificed to celebrate this blessed alliance." The silver lids covering the dishes were lifted simultaneously. The rich aroma of roasted meat filled the hall. Violet's blood froze. Lambs!