Book Rejected And Forsaken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“When I turned from the laws that bound us, I thought myself unshackled. I mistook disobedience for strength— and the moon struck me for it. Its punishment burned through my flesh and marked my soul. A scar that will forever remind me that no wolf—no matter her gift— stands above her kin. I carry it not as shame, but as memory. As warning. As vow.” My voice wavers, then steadies— stronger now, like the rhythm of an old war drum. “Every fur lost in the storm my folly brought… every life silenced because of my recklessness— I remember them. I will not ask for forgiveness.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

I refuse to let any of that happen. I feel Vincenzo gripping my hips, impatiently waiting for me to speak again. I look up to the moon, closing my eyes, and silently ask the Moon Goddess to forgive me; for Vincenzo to understand. I open my eyes and feel my tears running down my face. He needs to know I don’t want to do this. I have to do this. “I, Emerald Patience Stone, reject you, Vincenzo Angelo Marchetti, as my fated mate. May the Moon Goddess hear these words and sever my bond to you, and the bond of my wolf to yours.”

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

I need to have my husband back, I became tired of sharing him with Monica. " Demola, you need to come home with us when we are done staying with Mrs. Martina.". I called him to inform him of my decision. Fed up of living like a single parent, Jennifer made her decision to take the Battle to the gate of the enemy, with the support of Demola, her hubby. Jennifer stayed for some days with her baby Paul Cole Brown(PCB) and decided to return home with Demola, her husband. They were able to return home but Demola could not stay, for there was an invisible hand manipulating him. "Demola, what is the problem with you?". He started to act funny, in an uncoordinated manner. He could not respond to my

“We might have been lovers in the past but it shouldn’t happen between us now. I lost my mind for a moment and almost committed a taboo. I am sorry for doing that and I promise it won’t happen again.” Reality struck me hard on my face. Alex was right. What I wanted from him was a taboo. “So, you will abandon me?” I asked. “Don’t be like this!” He answered firmly. “Keep your distance from me and I will do the same. You should learn to accept reality. Grow up, Ivy.” Alex started to leave and I was breathing heavily, consumed by fury. I wasn’t just angry with Alex, I was angered because I knew he was right about this.

Norella Pov Three days have passed since the rejection, yet the ache lingers, unyielding and ever-present. Ama, my wolf, is wounded deeply, her silence a testament to the pain we share. I let the tears fall, a silent river, as I scrub the dishes, my thoughts as fragmented as my dreams of escape. Was this my fate? To be mateless, to endure this torment indefinitely? The goddess's whims seemed cruel, unjust. But I refuse to crumble, to let my spirit shatter like delicate glass. I must leave, find solace away from this place that has always been a prison.

Jason tossed me a thin blanket and a piece of bread that looked like it had been chewed on by rats. "This is your dinner." As the door slammed shut, darkness and silence closed in. I sank to the floor beside a dust-covered oak cabinet, feeling a chill seep into my bones. Sorrowfully touching my belly, I said in a quiet voice, "My baby, your father and everyone else don't want you in this world. I'm sorry. Baby, you wouldn't want to be born into a loveless home like this either, would you?" The baby kicked me, as if in response.