Rejected And Forsaken Novelas e Histórias

The hollow ache of being found, marked, and cast aside. Rejected, not just by a mate—but before the pack. Before the moon. The runt beneath that moon did not yet know that rejection would become the forge in which her future was tempered. She only knew that, for the first time, the world had offered her more than scraps—and then snatched it back, leaving her with nothing but bruises where hope had almost taken root.

he said simply. I searched his face for pity. Found none. “Why am I still here?” I asked. “Because you’re wounded,” he answered. “And because you’re not a threat.” “Yet.” That last word lingered. “I won’t stay long,” I said. “I don’t belong anywhere.” Ronan’s gaze sharpened. “No,” he said quietly. “You belonged to someone who chose power over you.” The truth of it hit harder than I expected. He turned away then, staring into the fire. “Nightfall does not punish the rejected. We don’t discard the broken.”

Holding her gaze, I stood drained and lost in the jungle of words, hunting for the ones that would haunt both our lives evermore. She shook her head. “Please Kian, don’t do this to us… I love you.” The pain in my chest grew more and more unbearable. Both of us felt the tremors of the rejection in our blood and bones right before I said those accursed words. “I, Kian Nyx Abner… reject you, Carys Elffire, as my fated mate…” Wounds of love never leave scars because they never heal. They bury themselves deep in your heart as a constant reminder of a tragic love that had no other fate, no other chance, no other escape.

Without even giving me even a little chance,without getting to know me even for a day. It was u fair to me and you have committed a grave sin to me and to the moon goddess. You made me hurt. You made me who I am today. It was because you rejected me that I seemed to be strong just to seek revenge from you I had promised myself never to let you go on with you love smoothly I had sworn to destroy every hope you built with that damn mate stealer of yours. You may have rejected me alpha king but I haven't reject you You may be in love with someone else but you are still tighed to me in a body, mind, duty and soul

On the other hand, my mum and dad stood at the extreme end of the parlor, as they kept sighing in frustration, while my two younger siblings, Eli and Bram, sat on the couch, while exchanging glances at each other. "We can't allow this to happen. "We can't just let it go," my dad's voice finally broke the long silence. “Rory, you've brought shame and calamity and curses upon us as a result of this rejection. Something must be done about it.” “Something?” I asked with unbelievable anger. What did he mean by that? "So, you're obviously going to punish me for a crime that I didn't even commit. Thane was the one who rejected me, and as such, I shouldn't be forced to pay for his crime.

The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die. The Rejected Blood Moon was born from that truth. It was written for those who have loved deeply and lost completely, for those who have been told they are “too much,” “too emotional,” or “too broken.” It is for the dreamers who still reach for the light even when the night refuses to end. Because rejection does not define you. Pain does not end you. Every wound you carry is also a window — a place where the light enters when you are finally ready to let it.

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?

I now know what to expect when he accepts my rejection. The feelings I had for him just moments ago are abruptly severed. I feel nothing but the hatred I've harbored for years. I will mourn the loss of my mate later, right now there are more important things to worry about. Micah staggers back to his feet and looks at me with a mixture of grief and betrayal. I feel nothing. "Accept my rejection, Micah." I say firmly and he opens his mouth as if to speak the words, but shakes his head and turns away from me. I'm momentarily shocked, until I start to follow him.

Everyone’s rejected me. My father. My mother. And Cara? They took her. Maybe Cara would have rejected me, too. Maybe she would have seen what I really am; a rejected nobody, and turned her back on me, too. I’m nothing. I’m just a broken thing. A discarded thing, thrown away because I’m not worth keeping. And there’s nothing I can do to change it.

"They're punishments were not easy at all. They bring you to the brink of death. They beat her, whipped, cut, burned, drowned. All the worst things you could do to a person. And her mate did it all too her. She had finally snapped." "She put a curse upon them. She gave them the curse of never having a mate, to always be alone, to never have your other half, to be a Rejected. Those mates were set free and could find a second chance mate. Not knowing what her curse would really do, those Alphas grew old, lonely and depressed. They all beared the mark of the Rejected."