Shiloh: A Novels & Stories

He huffed as the van rocked again. “He must be pissed off,” Shiloh mused and glanced at me. “Makes since considering what we’re up against.” “Are you talking about me?” I asked, glaring at him. “What was your first clue?” He huffed. “You can’t talk to me like that!” “Oh? What are you going to do, princess?” Shiloh asked. “Call for your king? Him that pipe are going to have a hard time dealing with Messiah, let alone me.” I grit my teeth. “Just because you can make fire doesn’t mean anything. Candido—”

" Shiloh stood up, her tall and graceful figure becoming more distinct through the sheer fabric. Her voice was cool and composed. She replied, "First of all, 20 million is not a small sum—it's enough for me to accomplish many things. Second, the Wellers have done nothing but make empty promises, offering me nothing but vague ideals. So, I'm sorry, but I don't need whatever you're offering." Harvey's body stiffened as if he had been punched in the gut. His face went pale as he stammered, "Then… what is it you need?" Shiloh seemed to smile as she replied, "I need real money. The kind that heals the sick, shelters the homeless, and reveals the true nature of humanity. Enlightenment must be grou

She asks. "Gone will still be gone, until the righteous and the blasphemed fetter in their time, for only the tranquility could bring back the harmony to the realm," I utter on what she exactly said, and as of cue, Shiloh falls onto the ground. "Shiloh!" ~ * ~

Both of them were content and if they could, they would stay forever in each other’s arms. FIN

she reassured me, allowing me to let out a small breath of relief. "Thank God you're here, Ate Yolly. Thank you," I whispered. Ate Yolly gave a small nod and gently caressed my hair. Her warm smile brought a wave of profound relief over me. Her presence made me feel genuinely safe because I knew she was the only person alive who could truly understand my pain. I could trust her completely.

I considered it a proper closure to our ten years together. However, the moment I texted him, I realized that Liam had blocked me on WhatsApp. Having no choice, I opened Christine's social media. Previously, I had muted her posts. I knew Liam was likely with her. Sure enough, I spotted his silhouette in a post that Christine had uploaded just 30 minutes earlier.

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

Someday, I will claim her, she will be mine eternally. Yet, the bond we shared from before birth didn't guarantee love or affection. I had seen first-hand what it could do—both terrifying and hopeful. Now, I understood. The Goddess never made mistakes. The Goddess never made mistakes. She was the one for me, my only love, my soulmate. I longed to pour out my heart to her, to confess everything. But love has a way of making you into a coward, and I was afraid. Afraid that revealing my true self would drive her away. Afraid that she would run away upon discovering that what she felt was merely a product of our bond. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. I didn’t want that.

Shiloh came back this time and knocked Jaimee flat on her back, licking her face. Jaimee laughed and cried at the same time, “Shiloh!” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. "I don’t want you to leave me." He licked tears from her cheek and howled a piercing cry to his ancestors. He would be joining them soon.

She couldn't help but look back at her one last time before she finally left, and she could see she had a smile. Lord, if this is my punishment for sinning, I accept it. Take care of those I love. I don't expect anyone to save me. I will stay strong, knowing that I will meet You soon. I will face my punishment with courage and honor. I will do my best to make You proud. A man holding a gun asked, "Miss, what do you want us to do to you?" Another man answered, "Bro, I already know. Why don't we turn her into a poultice first, before killing her? According to ma'am Delia, whatever we want."