The Prophecy's Reject
Zylia Nightshade has always been the underdog, the pack's shame. She was an omega who was mocked, ignored and unwanted. When it was revealed that her fated mate was Killian Silverclaw, the Alpha of Howlborne pack, a bond was formed, only for a prophecy to tear it apart.
However, terrified of the unknown, Alpha Killian rejects her under the blood moon before casting her out into exile.
As Zylia learns to survive among the rogues, she discovers a rare gift connected to the Moon Goddess herself. She must also learn to fight and rise against the fate that has been thrust upon her.
As enemies also rise in the shadow, Zylia must decide: will she let the prophecy define her? Or will she forge her own destiny?
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Chapter 1
Zylia's POV My knees were sore from delivering food to the dinner hall. The air was filled with the smell of roasted steak and it clung to my hair. "Present this to the female warriors' table." Another server came by to pass me a tray of silver. Moon Goddess please forgive my fumbles, I did. I always trip at the worst times. The festivity was a lively one filled with noise. Of the men that had won great feats of war to tell of, and the women which were mad with laughter, the air was full. I went out into the hall. "She was a scared deer," a voice said. "More like a rat" went another voice. I looked down. All I wanted was to set the tray down and not cause a scene. I went up to the table and placed the tray. "Careful there," she purred but it was a false sound. "Our little Zylia is a bit green when the eyes of the world are upon her." Then a voice broke in. Her friends at the table laughed. I went quiet and my face grew hot. Lilith Storme. The Beta's daughter. The pack's pride and joy. She has hazel eyes which light up in the fire and her hair which shimmers. An angel at a dagger when she speaks. I ran my hands over the hem of my servant's skirt and turned to leave. "Did you see what her hands did?" Lilith said out loud as she got up from her seat. "They shake as if she's going to drop everything again. Pathetic." Her voice echoed in my head. A chorus of laughter followed. My chest tightened. "I wasn't... I ..." "You weren't what?" Lilith folded her arms and tilted her head. Her lips curved into something far from a smile, a little grin. "You're not going to bring your misfortune here and ruin our night...again." I opened my mouth but no words came out. Omegas didn't argue. Omegas bowed, scraped, endured. Hot tears built up in my eyes, but if it dropped, I was doomed. I won't hear the last of it. Lilith's friends leaned in closer to me. Lilith came forward and lifted my chin. "Careful, Lilith, you don't want to get her filth and bad luck all over you," one of them said. She dropped her hand and rinsed her fingers, sprinkling the water back on my face. She was their queen and I was their entertainment. Leave. A voice in my head said. It was the best idea. I turned to walk away, to find another corner of the hall where I could vanish too, but the heel of my boot betrayed me. They snapped. My pulse climbed itself. I fell to the ground, eating the dust. The skin on my knee peeled and crimson gushed out. The hall went silent. Then, laughter erupted, sharper and louder. "Clumsy Omega!" A warrior jeered. "She can't even serve food right!" Another added. I stood up, limping. My palms stung from the cold floors. Their laughter echoed, blurring out any other sound in my head. I wanted to vanish, to melt under the shadows and never return. But not even a shadow would claim me. I stood before the people who derived joy in my shame, my humiliation. Lilith's laugh was the loudest of all. The way she looked at me sent a chill to my spine. She sipped her wine, "After all, she's an omega. She belonged on her knees." Laughter erupted once more. Her words sting more than the stung on my knees, cutting deep through my chest. "Moon Goddess, please make it stop," I prayed, my tears holding in my eyes. I couldn't afford to let it out. The words had no power, or so I thought. The hall grew colder. The air thickened, the hairs on my body rose, sending a warning. Did anyone else feel it too? Or was I the only one who could? Their laughter faltered. Even Lilith's eyes darted across the hall. What was going on? "Enough." A voice cut through the silence. Alpha Killian. My heart stopped. He scanned the room until his gaze landed on me. I swallowed. His voice was commanding. His aura was dominating. "Clean yourself and leave." The words were flat, but they struck me harder than Lilith's insults. He hadn't spoken them with cruelty or pity. Just dismissal. As though I wasn't even worth the effort of anger. I bowed and ran out of there. The night air greeted me like a crisp slap. It was suffocating. I hurried down to the dirt path leading to my house. I pushed open the door and my adoptive father's gaze was the first thing that met me. "Zylia...." His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. He had a look of disgust in his eyes. But I didn't blame him. I was filthy. There was dirt all over me and I was bloodied. "What did you do this time?" His voice was tired and heavy with disgust. "I...uhm..." "Speak!" He roared. "I tripped...and fell." I muttered but I couldn't meet his eyes. He kissed his teeth, "You always bring shame to this family. Do you know what they'll say? That we cannot even raise an Omega properly. That our house is cursed! You're a living proof of shame!" I flinched. His words cut deep. My jaw clenched and my fingers dug the depth of my palm. I stopped before it made an actual cut. "I didn't mean..." "Enough!" He snapped at me. "Go to your room before I say anything I regret." I nodded quickly and dashed off the stairs, my chest aching with unspilled tears. Inside my small room, I sank onto the wooden stool and pulled up my torn skirt to wash the wound on my knee. I went into the bathroom The water stung, pink clouds swirling as blood slipped into the basin. I scrubbed harder, desperate to erase every trace of tonight's humiliation. The blood didn't wash off. Neither did the shame. It still lingered. The fall. Lilith. The Alpha. Their laughter. The urge to vanish after the incident swelled inside me. A knock came on my door. It was my father. "Get downstairs, you have a visitor." A visitor? Why would I have a visitor? Why would someone want to see me? When I got downstairs, it was....
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7.4
In a world ruled by dominance and desire, being an Omega is a curse, especially when you're mine.
On his eighteenth birthday, Luca wakes to a nightmare, his wolf has chosen the lowest rank of all. An Omega. The scent of submission, the mark of shame and the kind of wolf others own, use, and discard.
But Luca isn't broken, he's burning and the only one who's ever made him feel safe is Rafe, his best friend, his protector and his temptation.
Then Rafe shifts and becomes an Alpha and their wolves recognize each other, the bond between them is instant, magnetic, and utterly forbidden.
Because an Alpha claiming a Male Omega?
That's forbidden, but this Omega? He's different
Now their connection is more than a secret, It's a sin to their world, a deadly craving, slow, delicious and primal to fall into.
And when one bite can seal a bond or spark a war, how long can they resist it?
He's not supposed to want him.
But gods, he does.
And once an Alpha touches what's his... he never lets go.
7.4
I was supposed to hate him.
He destroyed my kingdom. Killed my family. Made me a slave.
But when Prince Daresh looks at me with those burning blue eyes-eyes that can hear my every thought-I feel something I shouldn't.
Desire.
He's the most dangerous demon in the realm. Silver-haired, ruthless, and feared by everyone-even his own brothers. They say he has no heart. No mercy.
So why does he look at me like I'm the only thing that matters?
When I try to escape, he saves me. When I'm broken, he pieces me back together. And when his enemies come for me, he'll burn the entire demon realm to the ground to keep me safe.
But our love is forbidden.
I'm human. He's a demon prince with a secret that could destroy us both.
And the life growing inside me? It might be the most dangerous thing of all.
In a world where fire and water destroy each other, we're about to prove that some bonds are unbreakable.
A dark paranormal romance featuring a possessive demon prince, a defiant human princess, forbidden magic, and a love that will set the realm on fire.
8.1
His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came.
Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara.
He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore.
Let's stop here....
Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go?
Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures
Will romance ever bloom between these two?
Will his curse ever get lifted?
Will the real killer ever show up?
And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces?
Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.
7.0
I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack.
Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon.
While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below.
When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice.
"Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again."
He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath.
Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought.
Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon.
I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into.
Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life.
This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.
9.8
When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future.
For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me.
But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed.
Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone.
I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back.
But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours.
When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along.
"What's in your pocket, Felicie?"
This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.
8.7
Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night.
A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead—a brutally tortured slave named Elijah—was currently dying on a totem pole outside.
"If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation."
Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut.
But saving him was a nightmare.
The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD.
His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game.
To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster.
"I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me."
Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind.
Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly.
The fragile heroine had her own cheat system.
Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer.
To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.