His Choice To Love, His Kin To Kill Novels & Stories

“Little niece. Even in death…you c-can not call me uncle.” She had no tears in her eyes for him yet she felt sorry. “Your mother…I loved her almost as much as your dad did.” “Almost?” “In the end, our love couldn’t stand. S-she loved your father more. I c-couldn’t stand it.” “So you killed her.” He tried to nod but coughed instead, spurting more blood. “I did. I’m a coward.” He tilted his head to look at her. “Lance isn’t. And neither is his brother, Axel.”

*"Rule. *Save* her." I lunge, but the heirs block me, their smoke hardening into blades. *"He must choose,"* they hiss. *"Power or *pathetic* love."* Eden turns, his eyes voids edged with starlight. "They'll kill you if I refuse." "They'll kill me either way," I say. "Choose *you*." The throne crackles, hungry. --- **The Sacrifice** Eden's laugh is bitter. "Always the martyr."

I continue, my voice rough, low, “this hasn’t been easy. I’m not easy, Lana. I never have been. I was made for control. For war.” I swallow hard, letting the ache settle in my throat. “But you’ve taught me something I never understood. That love—real love—isn’t about ease. It’s about choice. And I choose you. Every goddamn day.” I hold her gaze. Let her see it all. Let her see the man who’s burned cities, who’s ruined men, now kneeling for the only thing that’s ever brought him to his knees. “I will always choose you.” The wind shifts, brushing strands of her hair across her face, carrying the scent of salt and skin and something soft and unmistakably her. It surrounds me, fills me.

"Every lesson drilled into you made you into a weapon, not a man. You learned discipline, but you also learned isolation. You learned to kill before you learned to love." "Love is a weakness," I said flatly. She raised a brow. I turned back to the view, wondering what the hell she was here for. To open old wounds? "Then there was your father. A man who made you feel unworthy before you even knew what that word meant. You despised him. And in the end, you killed him." I turned sharply to face her. "I had no choice, damn it! He deserved worse than what I gave him. If hell exists, I hope he’s rotting in the deepest part of it."

* "That's not enough." *I know. But it's what we have. The Structure returned. "Choose now. Pull him free and kill everyone. Or let him go and let him burn out. Either way, he's gone. The only question is whether he takes everyone with him." "That's not a choice!" "That's existence. Choose." I looked at Kade. And I knew. Knew what I had to choose. Knew I'd hate myself for it. "I'm sorry." And let go.

He doesn’t just kill—he erases bloodlines. But what stuns me most is how much I love all versions of him. The terrifying one that makes grown men cower. The sweet brother and son. And my Caden—the one who always puts me first. All three. I love them all. And I don’t even flinch at his killing sprees. I understand them. They’re necessary. We’re hunted, and he’s our weapon. “It’s a dance, not a date. He’s a friend. That’s all. He won’t step out of line,” I whisper.

He said slowly as if reading his words from a book. “Option one, your wife gets fucked here by me.” The Dwarf commander held his length underneath his garment. I felt my heart squeeze up into a crooked ball at that option. We are never going for option one. I don’t care what option two fucking is but I love it! “And option two, the husband will be killed.” Oh. Okay. Now I’m stranded. The motherfucker just said we should choose between him fucking me or him killing Cayden. What? Those are two equally threatening options. You would think I would be vibing with the idea of having Cayden killed. But the truth is that I don’t hate him that much for me to want him to be killed by someone else.

He doesn’t just kill—he erases bloodlines. But what stuns me most is how much I love all versions of him. The terrifying one that makes grown men cower. The sweet brother and son. And my Caden—the one who always puts me first. All three. I love them all. And I don’t even flinch at his killing sprees. I understand them. They’re necessary. We’re hunted, and he’s our weapon. “It’s a dance, not a date. He’s a friend. That’s all. He won’t step out of line,” I whisper.

“Would he?” Moira silent. Didn’t need words. Question hung heavy. Brutal. Somewhere in woods, Killian ran. From ruins. Prophecy. Man he loved. How love someone meant to destroy you? How hold someone already lost?

He dies, either behind bars or with a bullet in his back. But if I spared him… If I spared the one man responsible for my father’s death just because my heart doesn’t know how to stop loving him… then what kind of son does that make me? What kind of man? I sniffled as I sat up. There’s no winning this. No happy ending. It's either I kill the man I love. Or I let him live and that would be a great dishonor to the man that raised me. I think Castle's plan is already working.