When Their Sacrificial Lamb Is Gone Novels & Stories

"Regardless of where you draw your inspiration from, draw it now. Because it won't take us much to take control over your pack and basically have them annihilate themselves until you give in. We can do that. We can make Damon do it himself." Suddenly everything started to fall to pieces. "Complete and utter devastation. It can be so easily replicated here. You know we can. But you can avoid all that. You can save them." "By being a sacrificial lamb?" "Call it whatever you want, but I recall you telling me that you loved your pack and that you would be willing to fight for them. Well do it now, because if you don't, they will, and it will be horrible."

As the vision continued, the Moon Goddess spoke softly to Amanda, "The sacrifices they offer are not to gain favor, but to express their remorse and desire for redemption. Their intent is to create a lasting bond, acknowledging their past mistakes, and seeking a new path illuminated by the Moon's light." The sight of the one-year lamb and the elders' sincere offerings touched Amanda's heart. She understood the significance of their gesture, recognizing the potential for healing and renewal that lay within it. The Moon Goddess further explained, "It is not the sacrifice itself that brings solace, but the genuine intent behind it. In unity, the packs can find strength and a shared purpose that

she bragged. She turned to Javier, “Come, pet.” He followed her wordlessly like the obedient servant that he was. I thought that right now, Javier was the harbinger of doom, unknown to me, I was so wrong. We arrived at the venue of the sacrifice in no time, I knew it was the venue because there was a circular slab with some carvings in it and the roof directly above it was open and facing the blood moon in the night sky. I began struggling again, I didn’t want to die.

Once the door was shut behind them, he crouched to his knees before me and took one of my hand in his. “I lost my temper there for a second,” he brought his slimy lips towards my knuckles but I quickly yanked away my hand, “It’s forbidden to harm a sacrificial lamb before the ritual, but you were pushing your luck and I had to put you in your place, honey,” he continued with his back handed apology. “I’m not a sacrifi—”

"Such a touching reunion, but it's time to get on with the ritual. Sacrifices must be made." Elara's hands trembled violently, and it was clear she couldn't bring herself to follow Swiftclaw's command. Her loyalty to our shared past, her bond with me, still held some sway over her. "What is taking you so long?" Swiftclaw spat, his patience wearing thin. He strode over to Elara, his towering figure casting a long shadow over her. With a swift, brutal motion, he struck her, and she was sent sprawling to the ground, colliding with the cold, stone surface near the altar. She hit it s bad that I noticed a vibration on the altar that mademy chain holdings weak a little bit. The room fell into a ho

This Aphaedra woman is clearly unimpressed by me taking my attention off her, even just for a second. With an impatient raise of her eyebrow, I nod quickly to let her know to continue. Silently, I warn myself not to space out like that again. I don't know how dangerous she is or the group itself is. "Anyways, we had gone inside to grab more sacrificial lambs that would be burned and then feasted upon when we heard a commotion outside. We rushed out to find this thin man out at the tables stuffing his gullet with the food we had prepared for the ceremony."

Then the runes start whispering. “Okay, NOPE,” I yelp, taking a step back. “Did they just say ‘sacrifice the weak’?” “I think they said ‘seek the peak.’” “Oh, that’s somehow worse!” A wind rushes past us, and bam—the torch dies. Total darkness swallows us whole. I’m pretty sure my soul tries to crawl out of my body. Then… a door appears. It grows out of the wall like a mouth, jagged and sharp around the edges.

“We took them, and you will never see them again. Maybe their bodies, if we are generous enough.” Anger boils inside of Kieran, and he sees red. In an instant, he’s before her, grabbing her by the front of her shirt and yanking her close to him. “What did you do to them?” he grits. She smirks. “We don’t choose; the sacrifice chooses itself. It’s their fate to be sacrificed to the gods; there’s nothing you or anyone can do about it; it’s the will of the gods,” she laughs, but before Kieran could squeeze the life out of her, Alpha Dagon grabs his arm and pulls him back.

“If the prophecy demands a sacrifice, then I’ll be the one to make it.” Eve’s eyes widened in horror. “No! You can’t—” But it was too late. Luca stepped forward, offering his own life in place of hers. The air around them crackled with energy as the prophecy began to react, pulling at his very essence. The red-eyed woman’s expression twisted in shock. “You fool! You weren’t meant to—” But then, something shifted. The Blood Moon itself pulsed in the sky, its glow intensifying, reacting to Luca’s sacrifice in an unexpected way.

Agosti says then sighs, he pinches the bridge of his nose “ But with that being said we already signed an contract with a new seller at” My stomach drops, my bottom lip trembles uncontrollably, I spare a glance at Casper who has gone 3 shades of paler. My heart starts beating erratically, my vision swarms and I think I hear someone calling my name but I'm too far gone and I can't help the images that flood my mind. Casper dead, his body buried right next to my mother. He won't see me graduate–if I even get to graduate. My brother, protector gone and I can't–