The Selection Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I followed his gaze without meaning to and it landed on Selena. Wait, Selena? My brain did a double flip. The Selena who bullied me for years, the Selena, Darius protected me from. “I choose Selena as my Luna” She stepped forward like she belonged there. Like she knew this would happen. The hall fell quiet for a second before a soft laugh followed, “Ouch, after the time they spent together, in the end he chose Selena over her?” I could hear the sound of fabric shifting, Someone was leaning closer to another

Besides, she deserved better. “First one to be picked here should treat the other something, game?” Sane asked, knowing that Haniel had a higher probability of marrying someone on the marriage booth again. The girl had a lot of admirers. Sane knew because as her best friend, there were guys who would ask him for advice to be closer to her. He almost couldn’t count them already because even the lower batches liked her. There was really something with Seleen that made a lot of boys fall for her. He was able to notice that because ever since they were in their elementary years, she already had a lot of admirers.

"You made me your mate and I do have the chance to reject you." He laughed again. It was the second time he laughed that night and Rielle found it pleasant to just hear him laugh. "You can't reject me since it's you I choose. Unless you are ready to pay with your life and that is ending your existence." Rielle face palmed her self and shut her eyes right in frustration. "Why the heck did I think of that idea?" Well who could blame her? She thought it would be cool at first in her novel and so made it that the siblings can't be rejected once they choose their mates unless the siblings reject the one they choose and decide to stay single all their life.

Is she someone who died a miserable death because of me? “ I will talk to your father. He will not send you to the ball at the castle. He will not arrange for you to get selected by the Lycan King as his mate, I promise. ” The woman sobs, looking at me with teary, warmth-filled eyes. I don’t understand what she is talking about, but… What the hell? The selection? That happened almost a decade ago! A bulb lights inside my head. “ Lycan King…Dustin? ”

"THEY... ARE... IN... THE... DARK... PLACES. WE... MUST... BRING... THEM... THE... LIGHT." "The Diaspora," Axiom whispered, tracing the fractal patterns on the hull of the nearest Seed-Walker. "The Great Return. We are going to find the lost colonies, Kael. The ones who didn't survive the transition." The Selection of the Voyagers The Earth didn't want drones to operate its ships; it wanted Witnesses. The selection process resembled an odd, empathetic lottery. The planet chose individuals with the strongest "Bond" to the Synthesis. Roric was selected to lead the "Fang-Guard" on the Vanguard-Root. Sarah was chosen to navigate the Chronos-Leaf.

Three months, niinety three days, if I was counting, which I was because I couldn't think it off. He had left for the Dark Moon Pack's exchange program in midspring, a prestigious opportunity for alpha to train and diplomatic relations with neighbouring packs. The Central Bureau had selected him, and of course, I had supported his decision, even as my heart had slowly shattered with each passing week. I walked into the library, needing a moment away from the excitement and the weight of my own anticipation. The shelves were filled with history books, treaties between packs, and romance novels I pretended not to read. I ran my fingers along the spines, letting muscle memory guide me to our sp

A second sheet slipped out with it. Old paper. Hospital seal faintly visible underneath. My mother’s words came first. Selene, if this reaches you, then Clara failed to keep the lie buried, which means Edward has begun losing control. If you are reading this, understand one thing before anger chooses for you: your sister was not stolen by strangers. She was selected. My breath stopped. The room vanished again. Only that sentence remained. Selected. Not stolen. Chosen. I kept reading.

“Xena, are you just trying to cause trouble? Do you even know your own level? Why do you have to compete with Winnie? She has been preparing for this exam for half a year. She sleeps only four hours a day! What about you? What do you do all day? You play with dogs!” He walked right up to me. His finger almost touched my nose. His thoughts were even more vicious. “How did this girl suddenly change? Why is she forcing herself into this? No. I can’t let her ruin Winnie’s chance. Mr. Watson already took my ‘gift.’ He’ll definitely side with me.” As expected, Neil cleared his throat and put on a stern expression. “Xena, sit down. The selection is based on the school’s overall evaluation. It’s not

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, you should be at the selection so that you can finally be useful in a way you useless wench.” He snapped with another hit and I screamed. The selection… He was right, today was the Luna Selection. Every unmated girl in the pack had been practically ordered to attend in case the prince showed interest in them, but honestly, I couldn’t care less about any stupid royal selection. It was not like I could ever be chosen as the Luna; I almost laughed at the thought. I wasn’t even permitted to move freely and I knew the Luna selection wasn’t a place for people like me.

For the briefest moment— It landed on me again. It was sharp, piercing. My heart pounded, but t I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Zyran’s expression didn’t change. Yet something flickered in his eyes before he looked away once more. “The Selection,” he said calmly, “begins as soon as the moon is full."