Book Rejected And Forsaken Novels & Stories

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”

I hear the footsteps stop, and it goes quiet. "No, I'm not saying that. I would never reject my mate. I trust the moon goddess. I just have never heard of somebody not being able to reject a mate bond. I'm already feeling drawn to her. I'm fighting to keep Percy from taking control and tearing that door down to mark her on the spot."

“We need instructions. We need rules. If we just dive in, we’re dead.” Morgana exhales slowly, almost a shiver passing through her. “The portal is a labyrinth, alive and aware. It will show your deepest desires, your fears, your regrets… and it will use them. To rescue her, you must resist its temptations. Recognize them as illusions. Reject them. Know who you are and who she is to you. Only then can you reach her.” I tremble, voice breaking. “And if I fail?” Amara’s gaze sharpens. “Then you stay. And she… may stay as well. Forever.” I let out a strangled cry and stumbled back, clenching my fists.I have a greater destiny then to become a victim of a fairy trap.

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."

He handed us a book as he continued, "This book is my brother's favorite when he was in his youthful years." "Uncle Ophrys like this?" I asked as I handed the book to Lea for her to see. "Yes, and apparently this is also my favorite book." He chortled. I looked at both of them as I thought how lovely they are together. Edward seems to be fond of Lea... He sighed and thought... "The Hawthorn flower he gave, was completely named forsaken. He bought a Hemlock seed, full thoughts of demise." "Loved was forsaken,

The touch burns, not with fire, but with recognition. “I want the thoughts you bite down. The moans you smother with pillows. The way your breath hitches when you arch in bed alone.” Lucifer stands slowly, gaze never leaving her face. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Her skin still hums where he touched her. “I’ll go,” he says, and it’s a lie dressed as mercy. Because he’s not retreating. He’s seeding himself. Into her bones. Into the empty space where her faith used to live.

"You said the same thing back then, and look how that turned out." When Nicky was first starting out, I lived with her in a cramped basement and ate cheap takeout. She was moved by my dedication and promised to buy me everything I wanted once she succeeded. However, those promises faded and were replaced by contempt. I would rather see her dead than offer her a fresh start. "Jensen, I was wrong. Ryan clouded my judgment. Please forgive me. I can't live without you," she pleaded regretfully. I looked at her without an ounce of sympathy and replied, "I don't love you anymore, Nicky. I've never felt more at peace since I left you. If you can't go on, then go ahead and end it. Maybe you'll meet

“Eloise Anthony, I Ainsley Williams the Alpha of the Litha Night Walker pack, reject you as my mate. From this moment onward I sever the moon goddess fate and bond between us. You are hereby denied the opportunity of being my mate.” Immediately, a wrenching pain shot through my entire body. My wolf screamed in my head, “We need Ainsley. Go beg him, and put aside your pride. Damn you, Eloise, go beg him for forgiveness!” In my mind, there was a deafening buzzing, sometimes feeling like an impending explosion, other times like drowning. I looked at the man who had rejected me. He remained impassive, as if I were facing unwanted trash.

-Josephine- I have spent my entire life studying the threads that bind our kind together. I know the ancient scripts of the Moors by heart. I know the weight of a bloodline and the absolute finality of a Rejection. A bond, once severed, is supposed to be a dead nerve. It is the one mercy the Moon Goddess allows us—to walk away from a mistake and start over. Or so I told myself while I stood in the shadow of the corridor, the cold stone of the pack house pressing against my back.

I hid it in the only place I knew it wouldn't be found, at least not by my kind. His shoulders slumped slightly as he looked back down at the book in his lap, his palm now stroking the cover, his thumb brushing up and down the spine. A flicker of pain darkened his features. 'I lied about it feeling like losing a limb,' he said, bitterness creeping into his voice and twisting it into something harder, colder. 'It was like cutting my fucking heart out of my chest and leaving it there to bleed out on a dusty shelf for centuries. I might not have been carrying the burden of it anymore, but I carried the pain of losing it every single fucking day. It was the only thing I had left of them. My last