The Rejected Stone Story Novels & Stories

Susan jumped on her seat as she got nothing but only worry on her face. The Talking Stones were stones that could speak and they knew a lot of information about what happened around them. However, they were a bunch of mischievous beings because they never say the truth about the things they know. They love to prank other deities by telling lies and spreading juicy rumours around. They also went by another name, The Mischief Liars. Not sure why but they were decorations in the palace gardens. Hecara's smile got even wider when she saw Susan's speechless expression. "Yes, those stones are my best friends and they are very reliable and can be trusted," she added. Then, she hummed happily.

There is only a look of gratitude and guilt. “I, Lilah Davis, reject you, Damon Frost, as my chosen mate. I rescind my title of Luna to the pack of Frost Moon and hereby reject the pack.” Damon lets out a scream of pain, the mark on his neck burning as Lilah rejects him for all to see. It surprises us, surprises me that this spitfire, short blonde she-wolf would dare to reject a man that she chose.

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

Tamara asks and the healer shrugs. "Once the owner chooses the victim, the stone calls for them. It can be left anywhere, the king must have found his way to it. He touched it and that was all it took. Or during the battle, for a brief moment. It is almost impossible to tell where he came in contact with it. Or where the stone is now. It can as well be at the bottom of a lake. As for how to stop it... Well, there isn't any way to stop it. Only when the king's spirit will prevail will it be broken. The stone I gave the king is a temporary solution." "What if the stone wins?" Astrid asks not happy where this is heading.

Knowing that he has moved on caused her more pain than she would have liked to give him credit for. She thought she would never experience pain like that again in her life, since she has been numb to it for the past two years. The pain that came after realising that had not been good enough for her own mate, and the hollowness and the void his rejection had caused her was on another level. Looking down at those stormy grey eyes just like his fathers, she felt like she had been left out on a huge part of what her life would've been if her mate hadn't rejected her, and at this moment she loathed him for rejecting her and stripping her off of her happiness.

It was like we were all part of something bigger than ourselves. One day, as I was walking through the woods, I saw a young werewolf sitting alone by a stream. I recognized him as one of the newer members of the pack, and I could tell that he was struggling. Without hesitation, I approached him and sat down beside him. We sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to the sound of the stream. Finally, he spoke. "I don't understand why I was rejected," he said. "I'm strong, I'm capable, and I'm loyal. Why doesn't anyone want me?"

He even rejected me the first time we saw each other. I won't accept his rejection beside my mate is the reason I came this far, I won't give up like this. I have to claim my mate. “What if I don't accept your rejection?” I asked and his face widened in shock. “What? You didn't accept my rejection?Maybe you didn't hear what I said.” he paused and continued. “I said I Carlos Sunderland rejected Mandy Flores as my mate, '' he said, staring at me emotionlessly and I chuckled.

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.

He stands staring at his hand dejectedly. "I knew I could not have it and yet I still tried," he shakes his head and I actually feel sorry for him. "No one may use it more than once." "I was told," I say--feeling a bit more relaxed now I know I'm in the company of whatever-they-ares that can't touch me, "I was told that this stone will find water in the Barren."

I said. “Let us walk a bit farther,” he suggested nervously as he looked back at the house. We walked in silence for a while and the house got father away from us. He seemed to relax a bit when we could no longer see the house. “I am sorry that I have not formerly introduced myself properly, Beatrice was just all over the place and I did not want to get in her way.” Stone said. “I understand, she is tenacious, woman,” I replied. “Yeah, you can say that again, sometimes, I wonder how we lasted this long, I had believed that she and I would end up becoming one of them…. you know, those Rejected.” He rambled on.