Blessed Are The Misfits Novels & Stories

They both nod. “ Would someone tell me why I’m here?” Marissa whined. I guess she is tired of the attention not being on her. “ You are here at my request so shut your mouth until I say you can speak. Take a look around you. This isn’t your show. It is mine.” I tell her leaving no room for an argument. Marissa gasps not used to being talked to like that. I hear snickers coming from in front and behind me. Ratchet has his hand over his mouth. Damn, that felt good. And it is about to get even better. “ You know to look at you two pathetic creatures I’m wondering how I was ever afraid of? Or how at one time I wanted your love?” I say. “ Like we could ever love someone like you two. You aren’t w

“Packmasters make decisions for the greater good of the majority, the minority and underdogs be damned. I care about the underdog, the mistreated, the left behind.” “The misfits?” she asked. The memory connected to that word didn’t escape him. If you’re a misfit, I’m a misfit, he’d once whispered to her. The words he’d spoken to her so many years ago came to him as easily as if he’d uttered them to her only moments ago.

Or, possibly her anticipation of what was to come? Her pale yellow slippers, adorned with rows of multicolored beading blended to create a beautiful peacock, provided a flimsy walk. Their delicate constitution was certainly no match for the thick muck coating the final stretch of the dark, dank alley. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. She had almost maneuvered her way through the perilous debris permeating her path without a mishap. She was so near. Now, she would be presented to the good Doctor Jameson with the all too questionable and unpleasantly thick goo coating a great deal of her slippers.

"Hard not to know the Rogue Sovereign when he parades his filth across the Enorith Realm." "Filth? That’s a little harsh," I mused, crossing my arms. "I prefer ‘misfits.’ Or ‘free spirits.’ Has a nicer ring to it, don’t you think?" She scoffed, eyes flicking over me with thinly veiled disdain. "You collect the cursed, the unwanted, the forsaken. The ones who should have been erased from existence." My smirk didn’t waver. "And yet, here I stand. Breathing. Thriving, even. Annoying you."

"SHE DIDN'T CHOOSE TO HAVE THE GIFT, LOREN. THE GODDESS CHOSE HER! HOW CAN YOU BLAME AN INNOCENT CHILD FOR THAT!?" "SHE COULD'VE REJECTED THE GIFT. SHE COULD'VE ASKED THE GODDESS TO TAKE BACK HER MISTAKE AND BESTOW IT UPON ME!! BUT SHE DID NOTHING!! EVERYONE!! EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME WAS BLESSED WITH THE GODDESS MARK. I SPENT MY LIFE FEELING INADEQUATE. ALL OF YOU ALL'S FAKE LOVE AND SUPPORT MADE ME SICK. I THOUGHT I WOULD SPEND MY LIFE ALONE AND MISUNDERSTOOD."

“We still have an opportunity to reverse the spell. The nexus is going to require a sacrifice. I´m going to sacrifice myself in order to destroy my soul.” “Marcus...” I watch Marcus as he moves towards the pit edge. Suddenly, Barnabas is upon Marcus, landing a blow to the side of his face. “Oh no you don´t.” Barnabas lands blow after blow, connecting with Marcus's jaw. "You don´t get to play the hero.” Barnabas pulls his arm back, hitting Marcus with a powerful punch. Marcus crumples to the floor. “Stay down if you know what´s good for you.”

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

Being a Silver is both a blessing and a curse. We are blessed with gifts by the Moon Goddess and cursed with mates that don’t see our worth and cause us so much pain before eventually accepting us. Mates that though in the long run complete us, have also caused the loss of so many of my loved ones. I was raised to cherish my mate when I found them but I refuse to lose anymore of the people that I love. I pray that I never find them, being the Goddesses Alpha I won’t feel the bond fully until I accept it. That again leaves me both blessed and cursed.

Jenna turned around to look at Sebastian and asked with a smile, "Why did you bring me here?" Sebastian took off his sunglasses and looked at her intently. "I heard that looking at the sea is the best way to heal when you're upset. You love passionately, but it's not because of him. It's because that's just the kind of person you are. So, you must love yourself the most. Believe that someone will one day love you wholeheartedly and sincerely."

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”