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 3
Zylia's POV Killian's words echoed in my skull. It was heavy and dismissive. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. The hall was frozen. Everyone's head turned to me. They all had disgust and shock written in their faces. My lips parted, but I found no words to say. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. "I...uhm.." My voice was cracked, breaking my words. Killian didn't move, nor did he waver. His dark gaze was locked on me as he moved closer. His hands stretched at me, "Come forward," He wasn't talking about me. Was he? "Come," he said again, confirming I was the one he was talking about. I stared at his hand, then I looked back at him. Should I take it? Should I not? My legs moved on their own. I couldn't control them. It was like they had a mind of their own. They trembled as I moved closer to him, trembling. Then, I placed my hand into his. His touch sent a sudden warmth through me. I had never felt anything like it before, almost like it awakened my whole body, like my heart was set on fire. My knees felt weak at every step but I couldn't help it. Then, the whispers broke loose. "This is madness..." "She's an omega!" "Impossible." Lilith's voice cut louder than them all. "This is madness, Alpha Killian!" Her gown shimmered as she walked forward. She had fury written all over her face. "She is an omega. How can she be your fated mate?!" Gasps scattered again. "Alpha," Beta Lucious's voice added, low but sharp. He bowed his head but his eyes gleamed with disdain. "Forgive me, but this cannot be. The Moon Goddess would never tie you to... her." My stomach clenched. I wanted to shrink into the floor, vanish into shadow. My hand twitched in Killian's grasp, but he held firm. Then the priestess moved forward. White robes trailed the floor, her staff clinking softly. The room silenced again. She raised her eyes toward the chandeliers, then to Killian. "Alpha," she said solemnly, "before the bond is sealed, hear the words given to me." Killian's jaw tensed. "Speak." The priestess's voice carried, strong and clear. "The Alpha's mate shall be his downfall. Beneath the blood moon, she will betray him. One he loves will wear the crown of ruin." A wave of gasps surged once again, but this time it was louder. My chest constricted. Betray him? Crown of ruin? All eyes cut to me. I would never do such a thing. "No..." I whispered, shaking my head. "That's not... I can't.... I won't" My words galloped, I couldn't get a single thing out. "She's the one!" someone hissed. "The prophecy fits her." "Betrayal. Of course it would be her." "What? Do you really think a servant like her would actually stay loyal to you?" Lilith's eyes glittered, and she smirked faintly. "You see, Alpha? Even the Goddess warns you. She will betray you." Beta Lucious stepped closer. "Killian, you must reject her. If you don't, the prophecy will destroy us all." "No..." My voice came thin, desperate. "I would never...." Killian's chest rose and fell hard. His hand trembled against mine. His dark eyes fixed on me, and for a moment, I could've sworn I saw something. It seemed like...conflict, longing, pain. Did he... Did he really mean that? Before I could figure it out, his face hardened. All emotions were lost. "No," he muttered again, but this time to himself. "Alpha," Lucious pressed, "save the pack. End this bond now." "Killian," Lilith whispered sweetly, "you know it's true." The weight of the room pressed down on him. His grip slipped from mine. Cold shot through me like ice water. "No," I whispered. "Please... don't listen to them." Killian shut his eyes, jaw tight, then opened them. An inferno burned in them. "I, Killian Stormbane, Alpha of the Howlborne Pack..." His voice trembled just once, before it sharpened. "...reject you, Zylia Nightshade, as my mate." The words struck like claws ripping my chest open. "What?" My throat burned. "No... you can't..." Gasps washed the hall. "I am sorry," Killian said, but his gaze slid away from me. "But you just...." My voice cracked. "You just claimed me!" The priestess lifted her staff. "Repeat the words, girl. Release him." Tears stung my eyes. "I don't... I don't understand..." "You must," she snapped. Everyone looked at me with pity, curiosity, satisfaction. Lilith's smirk widened. My chest heaved. My heart shattered. Finally, broken, I whispered, "I... accept your rejection, Alpha Killian." The bond tore apart, and I gasped like all air had been ripped from my lungs. Killian turned, striding away without a second glance. Lilith glided after him, her smile like victory. "No!" I cried, stumbling a step after him. "Please, don't....don't leave" "Enough!" The priestess's voice cracked like a whip. "Zylia Nightshade is marked by betrayal. She must be banished at once!" "What?" My voice broke. The situation just got worse. "She cannot stay," the priestess declared. "She will doom us. If she can betray the Alpha, then who are we?" Her words drop like a bomb. Everyone's eyes turned to me. "I knew there was something wrong with her," someone hissed. Before I knew it, the guards seized me. "No...please...I haven't done anything," I begged. Beta Lucious's cold eyes met mine. His lips curled. "You heard the prophecy. You are a traitor in waiting." "No!" I begged. "Please.....please, Killian!" But he was gone. Lucious turned to the guards. "Take her home. Let her gather what little she owns. Then cast her out before moonrise." The guards dragged me, whispers chasing me like daggers. *** At my foster father's house, they shoved me inside. He sat at the table, shadows across his face. His eyes met mine, disgust etched in them. "You've brought nothing but shame," he said coldly. "Father, please..." "Don't call me that." His hand slammed the table, the sound like a crack of thunder. "If the Alpha rejects you, then you are nothing. If the priestess condemns you, you are cursed." Tears blurred my vision. "You're sending me away, just like that?" "You should never have been here to begin with." His voice was flat, final. The guards shoved a torn bag at me. "Pack. Quickly." My fingers shook as I stuffed what little I had into the bag. My father did not even look at me. When I stepped outside, the guards pulled me through the village. Neighbors watched from their doors. Whispers followed me like fire. At the gates, Beta Lucious stood waiting, arms folded. He handed me my bag with a smirk. "Go. Do not return." "Please," I begged one last time. "Let me speak to Killian." Lucious's smirk widened. "The Alpha gave no such order. This is where you belong, omen girl." The gate slammed shut behind me. I stood there, staring at the wood until their boots faded. Slowly, I turned. The path in front of me was dark, no one knew what evil lay ahead of them. I walked. My tears blurred everything. My bag dug into my shoulder, heavy, but not as heavy as my chest. Every step replayed his voice: first claiming me, then casting me aside. Then, a branch snapped. I froze. Another step crunched closer. Someone was there in the shadows...behind me....
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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.