Sacred Reject 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.”

Caomh demanded, his voice suddenly tight with panic. I didn't answer him. I threw the jacket onto the floor. It landed right in the puddle of spilled rosehip tea, the dark, sweet liquid soaking rapidly into the silver crest, staining it brown. Loud gasps echoed all around me. Disrespecting the pack colors was a massive, unforgivable offense. "I, Meghann Clemmie Nelson," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong over the crowd, "accept your rejection." Caomh flinched violently as the finality of the words settled over us, completing the ritual.

I held my head in my hands, trying to suppress a moan. “It’s a surprise your mate is able to function with his chakras out of alignment and all concentrated in one place,” she said. “Inflating the apparatus are magical strains from Hell, the Norse, and the Greeks. This malevolent form is both wearing down the integrity of your mate’s soul and creating a form of explosive powerful enough to tear down any ward.” “Shit.” I slumped forward. “Every time I come near, he bursts into flame—” “Miss Aibek,” she said, her voice sharp.

JASMINE BROOKE "Anyone that doesn't want to ally with us, kill them all. It doesn't matter who they are" I ordered some of the rogues who were chosen to attack the remaining packs. Why do you think I ended up this way? Hot-tempered, brutal, independent and Fearless. Yes, I had to adjust to life to survive. The world doesn't like weakness, it's an actual disaster. Weakness is a disease that devours your every flesh, and sips your every last breath until you become lifeless and useless. I could take in any feeling, humiliation and pain, but definitely not rejection. It is the most brutal form of wickedness and punishment. No one deserves to be rejected, nothing, not even an animal. I was rejec

I frown and say, “But if I don’t accept him, then I won’t be able to break the last seal.” Hecate tells me, “What Clarissa means is that you let him mark you and then you can reject them all if you want. It’s the best we could do. Allow yourself to reject them if you don’t want to continue with them.” “But wasn’t it an unbreakable and sacred bond between a mate? So, what if someone rejects their mate? They both die?” Artemis looks at me and says, “In this case, you can get your way with it, but they can’t. That means that, if you decide to reject someone, you will be fine, but he will die.”

There is no way out of this, not that I can think of under this pressure, anyway. “Tatum, I don’t know much about second chance mates, but I know that rejection leads to death.” “What!?” Her eyes widen in fear. “We die if we don’t accept the bond?” “We don’t have to accept it, but whoever gets rejected dies.” I say with a wince. “Our souls can only handle one rejection. The second would leave us with too little of a soul to live with.” Her eyes brows shoot out and her mouth parts in shock.

The truth stabs deep, cold and unrelenting, as she takes in the sight before her. The tears she had fought to hold back finally slip down her cheeks, a silent testament to the pain clawing at her heart. A numbing sensation spreads through her body, freezing her in place, rooting her to the spot as if trapped in a twisted nightmare. She can’t look away from him, even as he breaks away from the kiss. Even as he turns, flashing that same smile, the same charm, towards others, never sparing her a second glance. Her lips tremble against the gag, a choked sob desperate to break free. Her mate… has just rejected her. Silently. Openly. Unforgivably.

Pov: Marshall Ackerman There was so much I hated and every day I had to go through the routine of rejecting women who wanted me to be in a Jacktic relationship with them. I wondered when they were going to take the hint that I didn’t give a rat’s ass about such things and I would rather be alone than spend my time forming a futile connection with some woman just because it’s somehow better than being a lone wolf.

he indicates. “What does that mean?” I ask him. “For a rejection to be reversed first and foremost the Moon Goddess must approve. It is not enough to say oops sorry,” he offers. “Okay so what do we do?” I ask again. “The main way someone can retract a rejection is if one of the mates dies,” he says in a rush.

Sella glanced briefly at Darius, and when he gave one small nod, she continued. “A Moon Recoil happens when a sacred rite refuses the meaning wolves try to force onto it. The ritual may still call names. It may still light the circle. But when the pack twists what the Goddess is showing them, the rite pushes back.” Elara stared at the page. Her pulse had begun to beat harder. “The lights,” she whispered. Sella nodded. “The flicker in the chamber after Kael rejected you. The reaction when you accepted. Those were not random.”