Book Rejected And Forsaken Novels & Stories

“Because you burned the new realm.” The nobles didn’t watch. They were already gone. Houses turned against me. Dukes who had once knelt to my throne now raised their banners in rebellion, working alongside the dark covens and renegade gods, hoping to carve my kingdom into pieces they could control. The Moon Realm collapsed under fire and claw. And I— I was banished. Not to death. That would have been mercy. I was cast into the Forbidden Island: an endless stretch of stone and mist where time didn’t move. Where memories drowned you worse than water.

The walls pulse with their voices. Sigils flicker like they’re breathing. I repeat it. My voice doesn’t sound like mine anymore. One more line. Nyssa leans in close, her eyes endless frost. “Until the last dawn burns black, I am Forsworn.” The words leave my mouth. And the world breaks. The black flame explodes without heat. The chains on my wrists turn to dust. The cavern swallows all sound for a heartbeat— Then shoves it back with a roar that isn’t wind.

It was clear that she had stumbled upon something unusual, something that didn't appear in the usual texts. Roxy's voice was steady as she read aloud, "The Forsaken possess mastery over all four elements, wielding them with effortless ease. Their powers extend far beyond elemental control, though the full extent of their abilities remains shrouded in mystery. Some whisper that they can manipulate time itself and bend the human mind to their will. The Forsaken are not to be trusted, for beneath their promises of aid and allegiance lies a treacherous intent to betray. They eschew the clan structures of other supernatural beings, instead opting for a solitary existence that allows them to pursu

returned from shadow-walks smelling of nothing absent, scrubbed from existence and only partially restored. I tore through the final shelf in the archive with desperate fingers, scrolls cascading to stone. My torch flickered, throwing wild shadows. Then I found it: ancient scrolls bound in flesh-string. The parchment crackled like dry leaves as I unfurled them, forgotten language spilling across the surface like dried blood. "Realm of the Forsaken," I whispered. A cursed dimension where guardian spirits who broke their oaths were cast, starved of light, sealed with sorrow. I hesitated briefly. What mother would not risk damnation to save her children?

A faint irritation surfaced, sharp and brief. He turned the scroll looking for continuation or explanation. There was more, lower, in a section. There are records… lost to those who feared what they could not control. Damian's gaze hardened as he read on. Some sought to break it. Few succeeded. The method is not written plainly; it is scattered, hidden and buried among knowledge not meant for all. Damian paused, his breathing slow and deliberate. Then one final line caught his eye. To sever what was never accepted… one must first understand what was formed.

Her properties, everything she had acquired through manipulation and deceit was confiscated. And finally, she was banished. Cast out from all packs. Left to survive alone in the woods for the rest of her life. Her cries grew louder, more desperate. “Please… I didn’t do anything wrong!” She screamed, her voice breaking. “Freya forced me into it. She’s the wicked one!” A man stepped forward, his face hard. “You’re a failure,” he said coldly. “I wish you were never born.” Valentina’s body trembled with rage as she glared at the man.

“Why would I love someone who was nothing but cruel to me my entire life? You beat me, pissed on my mother’s grave, harassed and humiliated me at every turn. You turned anyone who could have offered me a shred of kindness against me. You made my life miserable and were one of the two biggest reasons I tried to take my own life. Thank Goddess my real mate was there and saved me.” As if I summoned him, Rafe leaps down and stands at my side, arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. “Wesley Wrest, I, Makayla Crane, reject you as my mate. I reject the false bond you forced into place using forbidden and illegal magic. And I accept Alpha Rafael Crane as my husband, my mate, and my Alpha.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

In that stolen moment, there was only the intoxicating allure of the forbidden, a connection that defied reason and the boundaries of the living world. As he pulled away, the room grew colder, and I was left in a state of yearning and confusion. Hayden whispered words I couldn't quite grasp, promises and secrets that left me both exhilarated and bewildered. And then, as quickly as he had come, he faded into the shadows, leaving me alone in the darkness.

[[ Clara's Pov ]] I saw the glimmer of hope crashing down behind the layer of his eyes. I felt the same too. Not because I pleaded guilty, but because I was sorry for my sister. She was an angel to me even though I had doubts about whether she thought the same of me or not. I saw his statue-like posture from afar. Perhaps he needed a few moments to return to his aloof mood. So I gave him enough space to calm down. My mind wandered on their previous