When Their Sacrificial Lamb Is Gone Novels & Stories

"What about the sacrifice part of the festival? Are you changing that too?" His gaze snapped back to me, he gave me a knowing look. "Why? Are you so eager to be the sacrifice?" I rolled my eyes, but inside, my pulse quickened. What a jerk. See how they all found it normal to sacrifice a whole being like them. They still think I don't know that the sacrifice is to be burned alive. "I'm just curious. As the designated sacrifice, I figure I should know if you're changing anything." Taylor laughed a sharp and fake sound. "Harper, always so direct. It's refreshing."

The sixth time it chimed, the priestess began whispering another incantation. Dua's tears streamed down her temples as she pleaded desperately, "Alexander! Don't let her do this!" But he stood motionless. By the eleventh chime, the priestess positioned herself beside the altar. Dua's entire body trembled against the restraints. The final chime rang through the room, signifying midnight. The priestess raised the knife high above her, and Dua's eyes widened. "No! NO!" The blade came down and a sharp, unbearable pain tore through her chest as the knife plunged directly into her heart. Her body jerked against the restraints and for a moment, she couldn't breathe.

“They said Alpha’s applying for one from the human authorities. Whatever it takes to get her, I guess.” “Shit, that’s a bold move.” “Well, he’s gotta get her soon, right? She needs to be captured before the memorial ceremony if she’s gonna be sacrificed for the old Luna-to-be.” Sacrificed? Oh, Goddess. My heart plummeted. A sacrifice was the cruelest of rituals. A remnant from an older, more brutal time in the history of werewolves. The cold that sank through me then was from more than the water. My ears rang. Whatever else the werewolves spoke of, I couldn’t hear.

The chanting became faster and louder, all of them raised their burning torches as David raised his knife and yelled. “We offer this sacrifice for you oh Lord. May the destiny be fulfilled as the blood moon rises with all its Glory." And slit the throat of the bull until it was completely detached from the body. Terror sucked the breath from my mouth, raising the hair all over my body. My pulse started to beat in my ears blocking out all the other sounds.

~Rory~ Crickets. Thousands of them singing inside my head. Of all the possible conclusions of this prophecy, me being a sacrificial lamb has never crossed my mind. “Fuck,” Elijah rubbed his hand over his face, looking at me with clouded emotions. “I...” I swallowed hard, groping blindly for the back of the chair within my reach, grabbing onto it; the marbled floor beneath my feet turned to puddles. It makes sense now. The gruesome deaths, the six-pointed star carving on each victim’s forehead, the missing hearts... It’s a sacrificial ritual. “Your soul,” I murmured, each puzzle piece slotting together now. “I am your twin flame, and my death will complete your soul.”

I would have the child, but not the father. And “the sacrificial lamb with a lion’s heart must learn to roar to win the war” was me. I would win the crown, not for me, but for this one that I carried within me. As I would fight this war, for the brethren of Uyan Taesil and not myself. The sacrificial lamb. Wasn’t that what princesses were meant to be? The wombs by which king’s heirs were wrought? The bearers of inheritances, but never the inheritors? The prizes, but never the winners?

The sacrifices were not regrets but the stepping stones to a life that reflected the resilience they had all discovered through Sophia's influence. As their reflections mingled with the soft laughter of Sophia's namesake, the room became a sanctuary of shared memories and unspoken understanding. The sacrifices, though diverse in nature, converged into a singular truth—they were the threads that had woven the tapestry of their lives. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the candlelight; it emanated from the shared acknowledgment that sacrifice, when fueled by love, could transcend the ordinary and lead to extraordinary moments of connection and fulfillment.

I told him. "You are very innocent my lovely Luna. You never know how special you are," he said as he walked closer to me. "Just tell me what you need from me. I want this over." I shouted. "Yes, we will do this faster. The moon is shining now. It's time to sacrifice you and your blood." his voice was creepy. I want to jump out of my skin after what I heard from him. He was going to sacrifice me and my blood. So this is not just greet and meet ceremony. This is a sacrifice ceremony. What the hell!

Child is a wolf human figure with the highest level and all the guards here are also of the highest level, let alone knowing movements like that, they definitely already know what is going on in Lilian's mind right now. "So our prey animal?" "Yes, our game has been taken by Lusi and Lilian, and I am very sure that they will admit that the sacrificial animal is theirs. And more than that, we have run out of time so we don't have anything we can use to hunt anymore, I have lost all my children and you have also lost everything you have, even horses. No problem, it's better if we just go back rather than having to force it. We also shouldn't continue to be here because we are afraid that Lilian

Vincent was holding a particular book he felt would contain the information he was looking for, his senses alert and ready for anything: fight or run. The man on the other hand, wearing a mockery pity all over him, smiled sadly and shook his head. Priests of the old religion are known to always use werewolves for sacrifice. It was never an easy task to capture a werewolf, but when the priests put their mark on one, they get summon it when they want. As this priest stood there, all he saw was a cornered lamb for sacrifice.