All Chapters of The Rejected Goddess: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 191The Demon Realm Months had passed since the Demon Realm last felt Roosevelt’s presence.The vast realm sat under a sky that never truly brightened — thick layers of dark clouds hung low, occasionally split by veins of dull red lightning. Black stone fortresses stretched across the land, their towers sharp and silent. Rivers of dark energy moved slowly between the cliffs, and the air itself felt heavy, as if the entire realm was holding its breath. Most of the arch-demons had already returned to the distant territories they came from. Only the demons Roosevelt had personally created remained, still waiting, still hoping their king would return.When news finally spread that Daksha was dead, the last of that hope began to fade.Without a king, the demons had no clear purpose. Jyra, one of Roosevelt’s closest aides, had tried to keep control, but it was impossible. The creations of Roosevelt were loyal only to him. Eventually, they remembered the order he had left them long a

Chapter 193The Vampire RealmRuby’s POVAurelian was becoming a real problem.Not because he was weak. Not because he caused trouble. But because he walked around the Goldrens’ abode like he owned the air itself. Tall, golden-brown eyes, those unfairly beautiful wings, and a face that made even some of the newer Goldrens stare a little too long. He knew it too. That was the worst part.I didn't know why Erin made him too beautiful.I was sitting near the training grounds when Theo landed beside me in his smaller form, clearly entertained.“You’re glaring again,” he said.“I’m not.”“You are. Every time Aurelian walks past, your face does this thing.” Theo mimicked a scowl. “It’s funny.”I shot him a look. “Don’t you have something better to do?”“Not really.” He floated upside down in front of me. “You know, for someone who claims she doesn’t like him, you sure watch him a lot.”“I watch him because he’s different,” I snapped. “His skin isn’t as bright, his eyes aren’t pure gold, a

Chapter 195The Human LandsNicolas’s POVThe room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing.Clara was beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist, fingers digging into my shoulders as I moved inside her. Slow at first, then deeper. Her soft sounds filled the space between us every time I pushed forward. I kissed her neck, then her jaw, then her mouth, swallowing the quiet moan that left her when I angled my hips just right.Her body was warm and familiar. I knew the way she arched when I went deeper, the way her breath hitched when I slowed down on purpose. I slid one hand under her lower back and pulled her closer, burying myself fully. Clara’s head tilted back against the pillow, eyes half-lidded, lips parted.“Nicolas…”I didn’t answer with words. I just kept moving, steady and deep, watching her face the whole time. Her wolf was close to the surface tonight — I could feel it in the way her nails slightly sharpened against my skin, in the low sound that vibrated in her thr

Chapter 197 The Vampire Realm Goldrens’ AbodeRuby’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands.Days had passed since the lake, since that unexpected peck, since Aurelian told me he was only trying to understand his emotions. I had acted annoyed. I told him not to do it again without warning. But the truth was more frustrating than that.I couldn't stop thinking about it.About how close he had been. And the way my chest felt tight when he looked at me. About the strange warmth that lingered long after he left. I hated not understanding it. I was one of Queen Erin’s strongest creations. I'm not supposed to sit around confused by something as simple as a feeling.A knock sounded at my door.I think I knew who it was.“Come in,” I said.Aurelian stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His golden-brown wings folded neatly at his back. He looked as composed as always, that same quiet arrogance resting easily on his face. His eyes moved around my room once before settli

Chapter 199 The Human Lands Nicolas’s POV Clara was still quiet that morning. She sat on the edge of the bed in one of my shirts, staring at her hands the same way she had been doing for days now. I knew exactly what was going on in her head. The pregnancy. Or rather, the lack of it. It kept eating at her even after I told her not to overthink it. I walked over and crouched in front of her. “You’re doing it again,” I said. She didn’t look up. “Doing what?” “Thinking too much.” Clara let out a small breath. “I can’t help it, Nicolas. It’s been weeks. Nothing is happening.” I took both her hands. “I know. But sitting here staring at your palms isn’t going to change anything.” She finally met my eyes. There was that same quiet worry in them. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s go to the lake. The water might clear your head a little. I’ll grill some chicken for us.” She didn’t argue, she just noded slowly. Outside, I got the grill going while Clara changed into something she could swi