Book Rejected And Forsaken Novels & Stories

The life that is marked with their sin, yet an innocent one who deserves to live. “A taboo and your sin. Your three and this loops sibling sure holds the sin unlike any other.” Walking away as she enters a black hallowed space that is just open for her. She steps right and immediately inside as she cut in between that chronological time of the first loop and unto the hidden mark, where Jane finds the forbidden book and opens the gate of His, as her voice echoes reading the book title. “DEATH REINCARNATE.”

Natashian Rynne Elboser’s Point of View I stood alone – at the center of the town as two familiar faces stood before me. The Stylynx brothers – my greatest nightmares. “A woman from the slums… I reject a mate with no dignity – banish her this instant!” The spoiled son of the Stylynx pack announced as he stood beside his brother. Shivers traveled up my spine as I kept my head down, “Great Alpha, please – let me live! I shall never show my face in front of you.”

She could not have. No. "Freya Blackwood, I renounce you as my mate!" The words take time to register before agony rips through my body. The pain of rejection tears through our bond like molten metal in my veins. My heart pounds so hard I fear it might burst. Through tear-blurred eyes, I look at Damon, searching for any sign that he feels this too. But his face remains impassive. I alone bear this pain. Storm clouds gather overhead as if the sky itself mourns what I've lost. My body begins to shake uncontrollably.

Running and feeling like we were falling apart. Then I awake to find a handsome man by my side, who I knew was my fated mate but he acted like I was a nobody and he walked away. Leaving me feeling rejected and alone and once again I fell apart, my wolf already fading and crumbling from our earlier trauma. What was my world coming to? What sort of goddess does this to her creations? Had I sinned so badly that I was being punished?

she said apprehensive. “Discarded?” I raised my eyebrows confused... "The Valley of Dry Bones... that's where all the women go that the Alpha King rejected or banished in some way. They can't return to their old pack and are forbidden from contacting their families. They're destined for eternal solitude. Once you're the Alpha King's woman, you can't belong to any other man. No matter how much he rejects you, you're still considered his property," Eloise shrugged, dazed.

Then, a rasping voice, laced with a hint of madness, emerged from the darkness beneath the hood. "I… I was a scholar," it croaked, "driven by a thirst for knowledge forbidden. Now, I am… trapped, consumed by the whispers." A wave of empathy washed over Maya, the tracker known for her keen senses and compassionate nature. "We can help you," she offered cautiously, "but you have to let go of the book." The figure clutched the book tighter, its knuckles turning white. "The power… it promises freedom," it rasped, the whispers intertwining with its words. "Freedom from pain, from fear… from everything."

“Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.” Easton let out a murderous growl, and my eyes went wide with shock. “Daddy…why?” Why would my father banish me for finding and marking my fated mate? Before I could even ask the question, my mother was glaring at me. “I never should have accepted you as my daughter. You’re just as terrible as your whore of a mother.” She snarled before walking away.

"I know that I've messed up, Tristan. Please, just don't leave me…" For years, she had towered over me, acting spoiled and proud. This was the first time she bowed her head. All I could feel was a dark, bitter thrill, but this was nothing compared to what Mom had endured. "You want me to forgive you, right, Olivia?" She nodded as a desperate, hopeful light lit up in her eyes. Smiling, I said, "Then start by licking the dirt off my shoes."

In the end, the Knapps had no choice but to send her to a care facility for lifelong supervision. Daniel felt nothing when he heard the news. He drifted through his days in a haze, doing nothing but drink and smoke. His room was littered with beer bottles and cigarette butts. He quit his job, cut off his friends, and locked himself inside an apartment, refusing to see anyone. He often woke up drenched in a cold sweat, haunted by my face, my voice, and our past together. "I was wrong, Bella. Please come back…" But no matter how much he pleaded, he would never see me again.

But strength felt like an illusion when the past clung so tightly. The memory of that day cut through her thoughts like a blade. The cold wind, the biting sting of words—the way his eyes, once warm, had turned to ice. “You're not my mate.” It wasn't just the rejection. It was how easily he had discarded her, as if she were a burden he couldn't wait to be rid of. Her nails dug into her palm as she fought against the wave of helplessness. She had survived worse. But how was she going to survive this? What was she going to do about the girl that had confronted her?