The Rejected Stone Story Book Novels & Stories

As I stood before the Stone, the whispers coalesced into a single, resonant voice that spoke directly into my mind. Speak your truth, seeker. But know that truth has consequences. It cannot be unspoken. I thought of the file. Of the massacre. Of the treaty built on a lie. I thought of Gideon's face, of Renejay's smirk. I thought of all the people who had suffered, who were still suffering, because of that one, hidden story. I placed my hands on the cold, smooth surface of the Stone. And I began to speak.

A snake. I ran. I didn’t care who saw me. My legs carried me back to the pack house like they had a mind of their own. Once inside, I collapsed onto the floor. The velvet box opened on impact, revealing the necklace I had lovingly carved. A symbol of us. Now meaningless! I sat in silence, trembling, tears running down my cheeks. Eight years. Eight years I had devoted to a man who saw me as disposable. Who was ready to cast me out for status and bloodline.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Just know when I find her, she will never leave me again.” “Find her?” A wave of relief flood Anthony, he doesn’t know she is here. “I thought she died or something. Now you have to explain this to me.” “I had to reject her. She was not good enough to be my pack’s Luna. There was no way they would of accepted her. She is beautiful and has some hell of a body. I took her to bed knowing I couldn’t mark her, that was hard. My wolf wanted to mark her so bad.”

The tone of someone confirming the identity of a person they have been moving toward. “Yes,” I said. “I have something for you,” the child said. I looked at them. “What,” I said. The child reached into the pocket of the simple clothes they were wearing. Produced something small. Held it out. A stone. Not the network stone. Not the companion stone. Not any stone the night had produced. Something that had not been on the original site and had not been in Edmund’s archive and had not been in the keeper records or the hearing chamber or the valley site or any of the places tonight had assembled.

she laughed. "Oh I'll take that as a compliment now would you—” I picked up a call and what the person on the other end said made me jump in excitement. “Ma'am, Mr. Stone has refused to take back the gift," Jenny said, and the sound of his last name made Nia turn in curiosity. “Are you talking about Aldric Stone?" she asked. “Yes," I responded with a serious face, and the shock on Nia's face no one could wipe off.

"I spent six months looking for you. I crossed the entire continent, asking every soul who might have seen you." "You shouldn't have." "Come back to me. Be my Luna. My only Luna," he begged, his voice cracking. "I swear, Selene. This time... I'll get it right." My eyes instantly welled with tears. But I couldn't give in. "Get up," I said coldly. "You're making a scene." "Then promise me you'll come back." "No." I took a deep breath and made the cruelest choice. "You're right. I did reject you. I was tired of the one-sided pain. I was tired of being tied to a man who didn't love me."

He looked at me coldly, leaned down, and said in a low, terrifying growl in my ear. "You want to say you’re my mate? How ridiculous! Do you think a man can be my partner? Besides, you’re the son of a murderer! Your father killed my father! You don’t deserve it!" He stepped back, his face full of pure disgust. "I, Kane Valerius, reject you, Ren Sinclair, from being my mate and Luna." I stood there, stunned, as if struck by something. The rejection felt like a physical blade cutting through my chest. Inside my head, Fenris let out a soft, pathetic whimper and then went silent. The bond snapped, leaving a cold, empty hole where my soul used to be.

“Alpha of the Blackwater Pack.” That name, Blackwater, hits like a ripple in still water, tugging at threads I’ve tried not to follow. I don’t respond, just watch him, wary and silent. He continues, “It was my beta, Aiden, that you gave the stone to.” That jolts me. The memory of that night, of pressing the smooth, humming stone into the hands of a man whose eyes were too wild and desperate to be lying, flashes across my mind. I have tried my best to forget his name. To forget the rejection. Not that I have been able to.

He laughed softly. “Why couldn’t the Goddess have chosen someone like her instead?” Cruel laughter and whispers bubbled through the hall. My hands trembled, but I forced them still. The pain of the mate bond rejection began to burn in my chest, raw and unbearable. “What’s your name?” Rafael sneered. My lips quivered as I answered, dreading what I already knew. “Anya Thornveil.” His voice carried like a curse across the hall. “I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.”

I tried to stop him, but he grabbed my arms forcefully. "I reject you as my mate, Ophelia, and I do not want to have anything to do with you anymore. Now, accept the fucking rejection!" I was in a puddle of tears, as he spoke, a crushing pain in my chest as I tried to breathe. I knew I had lost him. I knew there was no going back on this. "I, Ophelia Stone, of the..Lone Wolves Pack, accept your rejection." His shoulders slumped for a bit. I could not register his actions, but I felt his hand release mine in an instant, causing me to lose balance.