Novel & Cerita The Rejected Goddess

“What do I do?” “You must choose,” she said. “To accept both, or to deny one. But know this—the bond will not survive denial.” Edward’s voice was tight. “You’re saying she has to accept him?” The goddess didn’t answer. Her form began to fade, the light dimming with her. “The moon reveals, but does not decide.” And just like that, she was gone. The world around us shuddered violently. The temple cracked further. I could hear the priestess screaming our names now, distant but urgent.

The Moon Goddess answered her with silence. The sacred fire sputtered and died completely. A cold wind swept through the grove, carrying an unnatural chill that made even the strongest warriors shiver. Debbie’s voice faltered, her face draining of color as she tried again and again. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her hands trembled. Then, without warning, she collapsed to her knees, gasping for breath as if invisible hands squeezed her throat. Her body convulsed once before she fell still on the dew-covered grass. Healers and physicians rushed forward, but the damage was done. The entire pack witnessed it; the public rejection, the undeniable sign that the Goddess had turned her face away.

“It failed. The goddess rejected our union.” I blinked, the words sinking in slowly. The goddess had rejected them? That was virtually unheard of. Jacob went on, detailing the ritual, and the markings the Elder had put on their wrists. But instead of the markings to seep into their skin and disappear, a show of the goddess’ approval, they had remained shining in the moonlight, leaving nothing but disappointment and unanswered questions. The pack Elders had been baffled but one thing was clear; the goddess had spoken, and her answer had been clear.

I close my eyes, remembering that moment… that moment when she rejected me, and I was ready to unleash hell… or die trying… (FLASHBACK) “I, Valerie Scott, reject you, Zade Toussaint, as my mate!” What game is the Goddess playing with me?! All my life, I have done nothing but to follow her will. I’ve seen the books on the Blood Born, and realised that we must do the right thing no matter what… When I was young, I learned pretty fast that questioning her orders came at a price after all… But I should have questioned everything… I look at the woman before me; did they say your fated mate’s eyes would be full of hatred? “Why… Why reject me when one of us will die tonight, regardless?” I ask cold

“I like girls…my…my brother…he..he isn’t supposed to make my dick hard. Girls are!” “Elijah! Are you telling me you rejected the goddesses wishes based on some ridiculous bias that is more human than werewolf? I raised you better than that! I raised you to be a good faithful boy who respects the goddess!” A gorgeous dark haired woman with exotic vioet eyes shouts.

And so, the demons moved among them unnoticed, overlooked, waiting. This time would be different. This time the goddess, reborn into frail human flesh, would not defeat him. She could not. The years had leeched her strength; her mortal vessel would betray her. Her love for this realm, her endless empathy, her soft femininity—those were her fatal flaws. In the old age she had barely been worth his notice, a mistake he would not repeat. Now he was ready. This time, he would crush her. Danny arrived at Mahisar’s home, his smile wide with secret victory.

I sat up slowly, my movements mechanical, as though any sudden motion might cause me to shatter completely. Why? The question burned in my mind. Why would the Moon Goddess deny me something so fundamental, so essential to who I was supposed to be? I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger bubbled beneath the surface. What had I done to deserve this? Was I cursed? Forgotten? Or was I just deemed unworthy? The thoughts were relentless, each one sharper than the last. I was angry at the goddess for not granting me a wolf like everyone else. The sting of rejection was unbearable. Why did she want me to go through this? Why force me to endure the stigma, the whispers, the looks

’ But if I was weak, then why did my blood burn brighter than fire? Zen stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Tell me the truth. What are you?” My fists clenched at my sides. “I’m nothing. I was supposed to be Luna of my pack, but Elias rejected me. My father cast me out. I don’t know what you saw, but it doesn’t change that I’m nothing.” For a moment, silence hung between us. Then Zen’s hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. His touch wasn’t gentle—it was commanding, demanding I stop hiding.

They called her the weakest omega. Sophia Blake has spent nineteen years surviving in Moonridge Pack. Wolf-less, powerless, and treated as a servant, she has learned never to dream of a better life. Until one night, she meets a mysterious stranger. He is arrogant, powerful, and strangely familiar. Neither knows the other's identity, but something ancient stirs between them. One unforgettable night later, Sophia believes she has finally found someone who might choose her. Then the Moon Goddess chooses her mate. Damon Scott—the Alpha Prince. For one breathtaking moment, Sophia thinks her life is about to change. Instead, Damon looks her in the eyes and rejects her befor

His touch chilled me to the bone. "Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please don't kill me." His eyes met mine. And then he ripped his hand away as if burned, his pupils blowing wide, his body going rigid with shock. "Mate." My mind went blank. This couldn't be happening. This was impossible. I had been rejected, humiliated, broken and now I was fated to the four brothers and their father? The Moon Goddess had to be drunk. There was no other explanation for this cosmic joke. The same goddess who had bound me to a man who rejected me, who had watched me suffer and bleed and break—