Stigma Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

He was really enjoying the beef stew that the cooks prepared for them. The boy decided to finish chewing his food before shaking his head first before talking, “No, Miss Ilang. Am I going to have a duel with Sinag again?” he asked in fear as his face went pale. Just the thought of facing the young, talented Mandirigma brought chills to Prince Sari’s entire body.

It had to be. As I entered the village, I felt the stares of the pack members brush against my skin. I couldn’t tell if they were looks of pity or indifference, but it didn’t matter. They all saw me the same way—a weak girl with nothing to offer. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the burning shame that was always bubbling at the surface. *Focus,* I told myself. *Tonight could change everything.*

He had a way of convincing anyone by saying so little however there was always the hard hearts. “Look we can stop out people from going but we can’t stop those who already have. She can’t start a war with them but she can shake the world. I think I speak for everyone when I say that it a about time people felt our grievance. The stigma and suffering we have to endure because we are witches.” Oscala glanced at the guy who said that. He did not slow the fellow any sign that he was pleased.

“Okay, then tell me what’s got you all worked up.” I swallow and compose myself as best as I can, but tears are still escaping down my cheeks. “I thought that moving across the country, I would be able to start over and leave my shitty past behind. I thought that for once, people would judge me for me and, you know, how I treated them without the stains of my past. Well, it turns out that if people don’t know your past, they’ll just make one up for you and make assumptions based on that. It literally does not matter what you do or who you are as a person. I’m starting to think I would have been better off in New York with the pity stares and stigma.”

I says. " Stigma?! There is no one stigmatizing you here" He says. " I know , what about those who are not my family, they might never want to get closer to me thinking my mental health might still happen again" I said . " Can you stop thinking I'll of yourself ? We all ate here to help you , we will never let this happen to you not even when we found you after five years, I cried so hard that day most especially knowing that I lost two people in a day felt really hurt,it was such a black day for us and the entire kingdom" He says.

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

Chapter 27 One by one, the pack members stepped forward, their hearts filled with a mix of trepidation and resolve. They were transported into a realm of illusions, where their deepest fears took shape. Maya faced a towering figure, embodying her fear of inadequacy. With each swing of her claws, she confronted her doubts head-on, realizing her strength and worth. Jake confronted a mirage of his past, reliving painful memories that had haunted him for years. Through tears and determination, he let go of the weight that had held him back, embracing forgiveness and self-acceptance.

This voice doesn’t tell me to hurt myself or others or anything, it’s not malicious or doesn’t put me down, but it doesn’t belong there just the same. At first it began as more of just feelings than anything else, but as time went on, it seemed more like a living entity separate from myself. I told no one for the first year or so, ashamed of being labeled as having a mental illness, and scared it would negatively affect my future career in healthcare. Or someone would find me an unfit mother and try and take my son away from me. The stigma around mental health issues is still alive and well and a major deterrent for those to seek help.

And now that she’d tried people, she wouldn’t stop at whispers. She would go louder. Which meant the next chapter wouldn’t just be about stopping harm. It would be about stopping a crowd. —End Chapter 55