Book Rejected And Forsaken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Orion’s growl deepened. "She’s perfect, he hissed. Can’t she see herself through our eyes?" My chest tightened. She went on, each word like glass cutting her tongue. “My first mate rejected me. He said I was ugly and unworthy of him. So forgive me if I’d rather end this before you do the same.” I stared at her, unable to move. First mate. Orion went utterly still. "A second chance mate, he murmured, awe threading through his tone. The Moon Goddess blessed us twice. We’re not losing her, Alaric. Not again."

I call out as he is aggressively pushed through the door, pain erupting across my ribs as the warrior’s fists rain freely into him. “At least let him reject me.” My eyes lock onto my family before me. They didn’t even let him reject me. What are they thinking…in banishing him they are punishing me for a lifetime. They are leaving me in a state of purgatory of being marked but not being near my mate. It would be better to be rejected than endure that fate. “What have you done?” I gasp out in disbelief. “Keeping you alive, but not living. Think of it as a pardon.”

And in his voice I heard something I wasn’t ready to believe Hope --- We crossed the gorge by nightfall and found the old ruins buried in vines The temple Not built Grown Out of grief Out of bone My flame dimmed the moment I stepped inside And something deeper woke up Soren whispered behind me “We’re being watched” But I didn’t need the warning Because the door ahead opened without touch And a voice echoed through the chamber “Elixir child of stolen blood forged in fire unclaimed by fate You have returned” I raised my hand fire curling around my fingers

Why had I left without forming some sort of plan? It's not too late to go back, my wolf whispered. But it was. It was far too late and I had too much pride to go back to a pack, to a man who didn't want me. I wouldn't let myself be second best, not anymore. All my life, I'd been nothing more than a pawn, a girl to manipulate and abuse, and now I was done. I might have done horrible things but I was a changed woman, and I wanted more in life. I wanted a man to love and adore me, children, and a place to call home. Everything most people took for granted. Even if my mate turned out to be human, if they loved me, I would accept them with gratefulness.

I said softly. The seam-eye blinked. The corridor hummed, responsive. Kieran’s coal eyes narrowed. Dax’s silver gaze brightened with interest. I lifted my bleeding palm and pressed it against the stone between us—right on the rune lines. My wrist mark flared, connecting. I spoke the truth I’d been avoiding since Chapter 1. “I was rejected,” I said, voice steady. “And the Moonwater turned black.” The corridor shivered. Good. It remembered. I continued, words sharp as stitches. “My pack tried to cage me. My covenants tried to bind me. My mate bond tried to own me. And every door I open becomes someone else’s leverage.”

“It is tradition. We do not bend the law for sympathy.” The gates shut behind me with a deafening clang that echoed across the darkened woods. And just like that... I was alone. Banished. Branded. Broken. Carrying a life no one wanted. And walking into a world that had never known mercy.

He's going to reclaim his throne! "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" "RECLAIM!" The Mamo's shouted. Then he continued... "He's our Forsaken God! He's not the type of God who would side from another God! He sided with us! We are forsaken from this Animal-World! We! The Mamo's will follow our God to death and life!" Then he flashed the book to everyone! It was the image of their God! "The God!" "Our God!" "GOD!" "GOD!"

Voices echoed in tandem with the text. > “The Sovereign rose from betrayal, Wreathed in salt and silence. Its mouth was torn away— For the voice was never meant to be heard.” > “We, the Tide-Forsaken, swore no tongues And drowned our names willingly.” > “But the world forgot, And silence unravels When remembered by blood.” Maya closed the book. “It's not just scripture,” she said. “It’s a key. A map. And a weapon.” She turned to Sefina.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

Mike was just waiting patiently at the side of the door. I opened the diary and frowned. I thought it would be full of words. On every page, Liam only wrote one sentence. And most of the pages told me how Liam hated his whole family. While turning the pages, I realized at that moment my soul shifted because I would change his life. Liam was weak, and he needed me, who was brave enough to face his family. Maybe after I helped him, I would shift back to my actual body. But what he wrote in the very last entry surprised me a bit. He liked someone named Jax, and it was something that should not happen.