His Choice To Love, His Kin To Kill นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I needed true believers. Not wolves who'd fold under pressure. Sarah and Michelle were weak. Jessica was weak. But the rogues I've been recruiting for fifteen years? They're committed. They understand what's at stake." "What's at stake is your family," Mom's voice came from the damaged safe room. "Thomas, your son is fighting you. Your grandson is mated to the vampire you're trying to kill. Your family is begging you to stop. And you're—you're choosing hate over love." "I'm choosing wolves over vampires. Tradition over corruption. The future over—" He looked at Rose. "Over mistakes that should never have been allowed."

He was a smart one. “No one was smart enough to ask that one before. Always think I’m here to just be a slave. I get to drag you to hell when you die.” Well that was a fine how do you do in his opinion. “You take the sin of murder on your soul, a willing murder. No matter if they deserved it. You agree to damn your soul to choose to cut another’s life short with me.” She studied him, he cursed in elvish. “If I don’t pick someone?”

"Who?." He didn't reply and walked out of the sitting room. I shook my head at that poor soul. If he'd loved that girl the way I loved my mom, and killed her because that douche bag was going to die, he must be loyal to him. Imagine killing someone you love, and care about, I will live my entire life regretting why I lived. ….. Vote, like and comment. Do you like Alec?. Choose between Zavi and Alec

“And what if I love them all, Mother? What does that make me?” “A human being,” she said. “A heart is not a coin, to be spent once and done. It can hold many, in different ways. But the question is not who you love… it’s who you choose.” Her words burned through him. Choice. That was the wound. Elias: The Steadfast That night, Henry dreamed of Elias. They were standing on the battlefield again, the air thick with smoke. Elias’s hand clasped his arm, pulling him back from the edge.

“He condemned them both. His mate and our mother. One to sorrow, one to abandonment. He killed them both with his choices.” Naira looked at the cracked altar, seeing it differently now. This was not just stone and blood. It was betrayal carved into rock. “She still loved him,” she whispered. “Even after everything, she loved him.” Kael’s lips curled. “And love killed her.” The memory lingered, heavy and raw. In the silence that followed, Naira could almost hear their mother’s voice in the walls, the echo of her laughter, the hiss of her last scream. Kael broke the silence first, his tone like steel. “He chose his bond over us. And now Kilian wears his crown. His blood sits on the throne whil

Now I understood what a mother's love meant. It was far greater than any kind of love in this world. It could never be forced. Never. Right here, I would rather die than for a single hair of my children to be pulled at. When a choice was left between Alexander and them. I knew it was like killing myself. Even right now I was dying slowly yet I chose them. I would always choose them because I knew what it was like to not be chosen. “You fool.” He laughed, unflinching. “You really think your death means anything to me?” He laughed, mockingly.

It’s rubbing me off the wrong way. “Yes,” I narrow my eyes taking a step towards them. “If you hadn’t missed class, I wouldn’t have killed these dirtbags,” I kick a dismembered out of my way. “How could you …” she looks at me like I am beyond salvation. “How can you kill without mercy? So easily?” “Because I am a killer, sweetheart,” I stop in front of them. “And because I love killing. Is that what you want to hear?” “Don’t you-“

he whispered, his voice breaking, “what did you see?” I stared at him, trembling, my throat too raw to speak. Because the vision hadn’t been just fire and death—it had been a choice. A choice waiting for me like a blade across our bond. And the question clawed at me, merciless and inescapable: Would I have the strength to save him… or would my love be the very thing that killed him?

It was perhaps not just an obsession I’ve been thinking all along. He pleaded, he begged, he never gave up, he believed in himself more than I ever did in myself, he doesn’t flinch before killing someone, it’s in his blood. “If someone did what I did to Sarah, I wouldn’t have just shot his arms and legs, I would’ve chopped his whole body into pieces throwing them to piranha’s.” “You were not meant for her, believe me. I couldn’t believe that I would love someone but I can, and I love her more than anything, if my feelings can change than so can hers’.”

Kael was stunned. It was mercy, yes, but a mercy that felt like a slow, lifelong execution. It was a promise to become his wife’s potential executioner. He saw the impossible choice laid before him: a life in the shadows for her, or a death at his hands. He looked at the King, at the ghost of his father in the room, at the love for his wife burning in his own heart. With a trembling that came from the very core of his being, fueled by a love that would accept any burden, he gave his answer.