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’ Ryna points out. ‘Think about it. We were told the werewolves and vampires rose against us. That the lycan Alphas at the time were fierce warriors and slaughtered those who opposed us. But what if it was the chosen that started it? We were also never told how the war ended. Just that the Elder council saved everyone by brokering the peace treaty. They taught us they were the heroes.’ Gino says. ‘It would explain why we’ve never heard about the chosen before,’ Uncle Alex adds.

Aledir stared curiously at her, wondering why she returned. Kiran stared back at him, his lizard body no longer making her cringe. "Isekai heroes don't usually do things on their own," she began. "They meet friends or pick up companions that can help them survive in their new world. I'll probably regret this in the future when I learn the consequences of this decision, but I'm going to choose this anyway. I'm going to survive this world with you and Noorh. Is that okay?" Aledir blinked and merely watched her in response. He then bowed his head to examine the fruits. He pushed a few of them away with his snot, and ate one of the apple-looking fruits.

she asks. “So happy,” I assure her. “From the day that I met you.” "Even with everything that people put us through?” “Absolutely," I reply. “Once I knew what it was like being with you, I wasn’t going to be able to let that go.” “Is that so?” “Yes,” I reply. “Did I ever thank you for choosing me?” “I chose you?” “You did. Because even though I saw you all the time, it was you who made the first move in that basement.”

This was where they all cooked together. “I wouldn't regret following you now, Would I?” He asked hoarsely. If there was something I had learned about the alpha, he found it very hard to trust everyone and everything around him. “ You don't have much of a choice. Do you think he'll spare your pack?” A knife pressed closely to my throat and Jerome snarled at me. “Don't threaten my pack. I am helping you because of my mother.” I pushed back into the knife, feeling the sting of pain. “You made the choice to be apart from everyone else. He wouldn't give you the luxury of making choices when he comes here.”

"Heroes don't sacrifice themselves because it's easy. They do it because it's right." Theodora considered this seriously. "When I grow up, I want to be a hero like Great-Uncle Theo." "You can be," I told her. "But being a hero doesn't always mean dying. Sometimes it means living bravely. Choosing kindness when anger is easier. Building instead of destroying. That's heroism too." She smiled and returned to playing, leaving me and Aaron alone among the archives. "The Council received something," Aaron said quietly. "A message from an unknown source. About the Architects' decision."

But still, I stayed where I was, hidden from view, unable to tear my eyes away from the display of skill unfolding in front of me. I realized then how much I had underestimated Cassius. How much I had underestimated his warriors. They weren't just here to fight—they were here to protect me. And in that moment, I understood something I hadn't allowed myself to grasp before. Cassius had made sure I wouldn't be alone. He had sent his warriors to watch over me to ensure my safety. How could I have not seen it sooner? How could I not have realized that he cared in his own way? The rogues were subdued quickly, their movements slowing as they realized the battle was lost. The warriors didn't take t

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

I was so disappointed when I realized that we were at the end and the only thing we could see was the dirty wall of a concrete wall that I was no longer black and full of traces of blood How is that? Are we coming back yet? But how do we fight so many opponents? How is that? Are we coming back yet? But how do we fight so many opponents? If you have given a choice what choices you have to choose? If you back in the past would be worth it? Or running your problems? I left no choice but to face my own problems. DON'T LET THE PROBLEMS CHASE YOU, LET YOURSELF CHASE PROBLEMS. We had no choice but to stopped and face our foes, we only had our stainless steel blades but Heark he himself used ax.We d

“Each of your brothers has passed before me and I have sought to infer the will of the new head chief. Your siblings are smaller, weak, older, and less experienced in the battle fight. And he said to me, ‘Look at their image or the height of their reputation. I need a strong warrior. Powerful enough to fight the abomination of hell, fight those vampires and the likes.’ For head chief, Leo sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but he looks on the heart. And sir Leo has chosen any other of your preferences. Knowing this young Damian, every human has evolved from the forefather's chosen destiny. We are all the offspring of the survivors of war. Thus, it is reasonable that w

Maybe at Shanice place. After sating her hunger, she hopped onto her bed. As a routine, she grabbed her novel from the table, parted the book to where she had left off last night, and began reading. She loved reading romance novels. The MLs in these books are so different than the real-life men. The love they show feels so pure. She wondered if she would ever get to experience that kind of love. The thought caused her feeling giddy. She wants her man to be possessive, a little bit obsessive, and hella romantic. Someone who will kiss the ground she walks on. Someone who will choose her and only her every time. She will be his first choice.