Novel & Cerita The Rejected Goddess

“If you can’t break your curse before your 1000th birthday, you will turn into ashes with no reincarnation...” Nicholas laughed, a mix of hatred and pain, which came out as a growl. “I reject you as a Goddess! I don’t accept your words! I won’t sacrifice for anything!” He was going crazy. “This is for your good,” she said, and he laughed in anguish. “I’ll never sacrifice!” Growling, he turned around and started dragging himself away. He no longer wanted to see her, Goddess or no Goddess. The Goddess of the Moon chuckled, creating melodies in the air, making him gasp for air. And the next voice of Selene was laced with pure delight, “You will sacrifice when she arrives...”

Where he was fracturing, she was becoming whole in a new way. You triggered it. Another instinctive certainty. His rejection—the very act meant to sever their connection—had instead catalyzed something unexpected in her. Had awakened something that might have remained dormant if he had accepted what the Goddess offered. He didn't want to believe it. The implications were too threatening to his understanding of the world, of the pack structure, of his place in it all. If rejecting her had caused this—if his decision, made with such certainty, had been so catastrophically wrong—what did that mean for everything else he believed?

"Then why did he reject me? If the males of our kind are supposed to love their females so fiercely, why did he cast me aside like I was nothing?" She released a slow, measured sigh, sinking into the chair across from me. "It's something I've always struggled to understand about our kind. We're taught to follow the Moon Goddess, to trust in the fate she weaves for us. She grants us a perfect match—our fated mate—yet still, the rejection ritual exists, giving us the choice to turn away from the very bond she created." She sighed again, this time heavier and more frustrated. "I wish I had an answer for you. I've never understood how someone could say they believed in our creator and then act l

I murmured. The warmth inside me settled, coiling like a sleeping beast, powerful and patient. Whatever this was... whatever I was becoming, it was no accident. The Moon Goddess did not make mistakes. Kael had rejected me. But fate? Fate was not finished. I curled deeper into the cave, exhaustion finally pulling at my limbs, but for the first time since that night, sleep did not feel like surrender. It felt like preparation. Because when I rose again, I would not be the broken omega he cast aside.

“Look, darling. There are like a thousand others like you in here so take a number or something.” She gasped, putting her hand on her mouth. “How dare you! I’m Kira Jansen, daughter of Albert Jansen, the Alpha of Jansenbrook Pack.” I eyed her curiously and the first thing that came to my mind was how incredibly beautiful she was. I could see how she was a princess. I’d heard about her and thought she was just another stuck-up royal but the woman in front of me wasn’t that. “I’m sorry if I offended you, princess,” I said mockingly. “But I’d like it if you scurried off and be on your way.”

I say nonchalantly " But...." He objects " No buts, I liked you better when you were silent" I shut him down " Suit yourself jerk" He says before disconnecting the mind link. " I think you should reject her, and send her packing" I say emotionlessly " But I do that in her condition" He objects " Sure you can" I say " The moon goddess can't keep making such decisions for us" " Listen bro, getting a wrong mate is the worst thing that could happen to any man. Trust me, I am speaking out of experience" I explain

The pain was so much that I collapsed on the leaves, my fingers grabbed in dirt and I felt something within me, something cold and mine ~ KILLIAN~ She looked at me like I made a mistake in my choice or like the Moon hadn't made a mistake, like fate meant something and I hated it, I hated the way her eyes didn't move when I spoke or when she didn't beg. I hated the quiet way she broke when I said the words. “I reject the mate bond.” I was expecting her to cry out loud or scream but she did none. The bond should have broken when I said those words but it didn't, it bent and clung to me like a wound that refused to close. The crowd didn’t care. They roared, Cheered, Some of them laughed. The r

Everyone was clearly pissed at me since nobody checked up on me. I heard the door click and a heavy foot step in. I knew it was him without turning back. His familiar scent filled the room and I sighed in content. "Now, shall we?" ~~~~~~~~ Heyyoo Vote Comment Stay safe!! GODDESS AWAKENING: when the powers have come to a full maturity, the goddess experiences something called awakening. It may come at any time and because of the need to showcase itself, it uses the emotion present at that particular time and increases it tenfold. The emotion then surpasses all morals and thoughts of the goddess.

“She wasn’t seeking power. She was called to it. And before you let your fear twist that truth, you need to understand something: she didn’t return from that temple with just light.” My voice dropped, rough. “She met the Goddess. And her sister.” The room went still. Even the air seemed to hold its breath. Elder Maren, the only one among them who still wore her priestess sigil, straightened in her seat. “Her… sister? You speak of the Dark One. The exiled goddess of ruin and shadow. That’s a myth, Your Majesty-” “Then your myths are walking.” I let the words cut through the hall like steel. “You saw the temple. You felt the power. That was Nythera - reaching through the veil, clawing toward o

I knew that to break that power of hers, I needed to sever the connection, something I did by using my own to counter it. “You are no longer worthy of being a deity,” I hissed out. “A so-called ‘Great Mother’ would not do this to her children. You chose cowardice over respect and morality. There is no compassion here… just selfish motivation.” This seemed to amuse her. “You think that because you possess a piece of a god that you can refuse me. But you cannot win. You are simply a speck of dust within this universe, one that should feel privileged to even be acknowledged by a Goddess. To have such great powe—”