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 6
Zylia's POV
The forest seemed endless.
We had been walking miles and miles and it didn't look like the other was going to end soon.
Branches clawed at my hair as I followed Mason deeper into the dark. His steps were silent, confident, like the night knew him. Mine weren't. Every twig I broke sounded like an apology.
The packlands were long behind me now. Each breath I took out here tasted like betrayal, sharp and cold.
"Keep up," Mason muttered without looking back.
"I'm trying," I said, clutching the strap of my bag tighter.
"Then try harder."
I bit my tongue. He wasn't cruel, just blunt, a man made of rough edges and solitude.
"Can you slow down a bit," my feet dragged as I tried to catch my breath.
Mason turned slowly, his chest heaving out of frustration.
"This is the slowest I can walk Zylia. You chose to follow me."
"Just...please," I bent slightly, my palms resting on my knees.
"Five minutes, Zylia. Five minutes." He said.
"Thank you," I said, resting my back on a tree.
He didn't budge. He stood alert like he was ready to go to war.
"Rest a little." I said, tapping a spot beside me.
"Your time's up." He growled.
I could've sworn I didn't use a second out of the time he gave me.
We climbed over a fallen tree, and I stumbled when my boot caught on a root. Mason reached out instinctively, steadying me by the arm. His grip was firm, warm, grounding. Then, almost too quickly, he let go.
"Watch where you're going," he said, voice softer than before.
"I said I'm trying," I mumbled.
A ghost of a smirk crossed his lips. "You talk too much for someone who's scared."
"I'm not scared."
He raised a brow. "Sure."
We walked until the trees thinned into a clearing lit by pale moonlight. Shapes moved in the shadows, men and women with hard eyes and torn clothes. Rogues.
The air changed, heavy with smoke, blood, and something feral. My wolf shrank inside me.
Mason stopped at the edge of the clearing. "Welcome to nowhere," he said.
Dozens of gazes turned our way. Conversations fell silent. The camp smelled of wet fur, cheap whiskey, and desperation.
"Who's the stray?" a voice called from near the fire.
Mason didn't answer.
"She's pack," another sneered. "You bringin' us Silverclaw's trash now, Mason?"
My throat went dry.
"She's with me," Mason said simply. His tone was enough to make most of them look away.
"Didn't know you were babysitting now," someone muttered.
Mason shot him a glare sharp enough to silence him. "Didn't ask what you knew."
He turned back to me. "You can rest there." He pointed to a half-collapsed tent near the dying fire.
I hesitated. "And you?"
"I've got my own corner of hell." He walked off before I could say thank you.
The tent smelled of smoke and rain-soaked fabric. I dropped my bag inside and sat on the cold ground, hugging my knees. The fabric was torn enough to let in threads of moonlight.
Outside, laughter broke the night, rough, dangerous. Someone shouted, then a thud, a snarl.
This was nothing like the packlands. There were no rules here, no Luna to keep order. Just survival.
I pressed my forehead against my arms and tried not to cry.
You wanted to belong.
I reminded myself. And now, no one wants you.
***
I don't know when sleep took me.
But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the tent anymore.
Silver light surrounded me, liquid and endless. The air shimmered like water, and somewhere in the distance, a low hum rose, a melody that felt older than time.
I turned, heart pounding. The forest was gone. So was the pain.
A woman stood before me, her hair flowing like moonlight, her eyes deep and endless.
The Moon Goddess.
Her voice was soft, layered, like many voices speaking through one. "Child of flame," she whispered. "Not all prophecies speak truth. Some speak choice."
My mouth parted. "I don't... I don't understand, Moon Goddess."
"You will." She reached out, her touch brushing my cheek. Warm. Real. "You were born to balance light and dark. To choose what others fear to face."
Then the world erupted.
Silver fire burst around me, alive, whispering, dancing at the rhythm of my breath. I raised my hands and the flames followed like they knew my soul.
"Why me?" I asked, voice breaking.
Her eyes glowed brighter. "Because you were never meant to be weak."
And then she vanished.
I woke with a gasp.
The tent was cold again, the night pressing in. My palms glowed faintly, silver threads flickering across my skin before fading. I stared, shaking.
It had to be a dream. It had to be.
Outside, voices rose, tense, hushed.
"Mason, you'd better come see this!" someone shouted.
I froze, crawling toward the tent flap. Through the gap, I saw the rogues gathered near the edge of camp. Mason stood among them, looking down at something on the ground, something that made even him go still.
The moonlight caught the glint of it.
A strange sigil.
My heart stopped....
What was that?
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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.