Shadowheart Choice Parents Novels & Stories

"It's unsettling. There's something happening we don't know about. Something a lot bigger than our failing to execute one woman." “Why would Lycaon have children with a human just to leave them?” Emily questioned quietly, her mind reeling. “Did my mother know he was a," she shrugged, unable to say it aloud. "You know?” Her father was a werewolf. Not just a werewolf, but the king of werewolves. “I don't know," Paoli answered. "But Lilith—the Queen of vampires, isn't going to be happy when this comes out tomorrow. I doubt she's aware Lycaon has done this."

Now, if you weren’t born with shadow walker genes, you could never enter and enjoy the rejuvenation benefits of the shadow world. They were a close-knit community, leading healthy, long lives. Why Joseph would want to risk his daughter’s health and safety of both body and mind by not informing her of the dangers of shadow walkers mingling with mundane was a mystery to her. Look at what happened with her own mother? He seemed like such a good father, yet his mundane traits and lack of understanding….

Caleb felt sorry for them for he grew up with his parents’ love but these pups never knew them in their lives. “So, you finally show up after snooping around that cottage for hours,” his mother’s voice boomed in his eardrums before Caleb was snapped to the present. Xavier was smiling sheepishly at him before Caleb was glaring at his best friend. I swear I will kill him one of these days, he mused before he was making his way to kiss his mother, Luna of the Shadow Pack, and kissed her cheeks. “Good evening, mum,” Caleb mumbled before his mother was narrowing her eyes on him. Caleb made his way to take a seat next to his Beta before he was glaring at Xavier. He shrugged at his glare.

he said. “It wasn't easy at first, but then our parents came around and helped us. My father, being the Alpha King, of course, wouldn't let his heir be in danger. So, he sent many warriors to protect us. In the end, because of the large number of them guarding us, I decided to create the Silver Shadow Pack. Most of its initial members were actually warriors from the Night Shade Pack and their families,” he continued with a faint smile. Dad and Mom.. I didn't know my grandparents were against them being mates at first. But I knew nothing about them.

I was surprised that I didn’t feel sad at all. You must have forgotten, Chandler. When I first married you, I playfully mentioned that my mom was especially afraid of the dark. You had hung up star-shaped lights all over this locust tree for her. You said that this way, she wouldn’t be afraid anymore. How about now? You had left her alone in that dark, claustrophobic coffin for so long. [Get to the hospital and take care of your mom!] Chandler spat. [I’m not getting involved. Her decision to commit suicide was her own, it has nothing to do with me!

She would've been eighteen today, and maybe have even been lucky enough to find her mate; at twenty himself, Shadow had spent the past two years away at the Alpha Academy, preparing to take over from his father, and as such had missed the last Two Howlings that had been held. His father would never know, but Shadow had no intentions of finding his mate, mates only caused you pain, and he didn't fancy putting his heart out there to be stomped on. Once was enough, he'd only been twelve at the time, nothing more than a young pup, but he had loved Izzy with a child's loyalty, innocent and all-consuming. When he found their hiding place empty, the overwhelming stench of rogues and wolves from ano

Not because she was dominant. But because she loved. Because she cared. Because she served. Shadow grew angrier with each vote. Grew more hostile. Grew more dangerous. When the final vote was counted, Hope had won overwhelmingly. Only a handful chose Shadow. Only a few valued strength over love. Only a minority wanted power over compassion. Shadow lost. Shadow's challenge failed. Shadow's attempt to lead was rejected. But Shadow did not accept defeat gracefully. Did not honor the community's choice. Did not respect their decision.

He picked it up and showed it to me. "Here ... Here is the picture of me and my parents, taken before the game started." He said so I stared at the picture. I swallowed and seemed poured cold water because of the sight. But what Shadow said ... "How did I kill my parents if they are still alive and hoping that Shadow will come back to us?" He asked so I looked at Dark who was looking at me full of sadness. He lowered his hand and hid the picture. "They're not dead Moon, so I don't know what you're saying I killed our parent." He said and took a deep breath.

"Not all. Choose… or I will." Fear knotted the eldest child’s stomach. He understood the cruel game the Darkness had designed. One child would be taken, the other spared—perhaps. But the choice was never truly his. Resistance was only another form of torment. "No!" he shouted, voice cracking. "I… I won’t choose!" The middle child laughed. The sound was hollow, echoing off the walls, twisting into every shadow. “Then the Darkness will choose for you.” The shadows surged. Tendrils of darkness shot across the room, wrapping around the youngest child. He screamed, small and sharp, a sound that ripped the eldest child’s chest open. He tried to pull the boy free, but the shadows were cold, heavy,

he said gently, “they value what I value. They walk the path that I do. I was chosen to be one of them or be forgotten. I chose to be with them.” “They did not force you?” I asked incredously. “Of course not.” he laughed, “they are not bad guys, Mia. They are just very intent on making sure that the world remains a safe place for everyone.” I gulped. Shadow Clan. It was not just a name. It was the most feared brotherhood in the entire werewolf world. The name was like a ghost wafting through the winds. And today… I had seen with my own eyes why. “They are the ones who took Dad and that witch?” I asked, already almost knowing the answer.