The Selection Novels & Stories

A larger reminder that every person in this building is watching for something, even when they look like they are only doing their job. The briefing before the presentation ceremony is conducted by a palace official named Voss, middle-aged, careful, the kind of man who has delivered this speech many times and has learned to say nothing while using many words. He covers the Selection's purpose, its timeline, its protocols. Thirty days. One chosen candidate. Bonding ceremony to follow. The previous Selection, I say when he pauses. That was four years ago? A beat. Small, but I catch it. Voss says the heir passed unexpectedly, and His Majesty felt it appropriate t

At the scene, many glamorously dressed men and women were gathered together and chatting enthusiastically. Philip randomly found a place to sit down and listened to the discussions of the people around him. Most of the topics revolved around the Nonagon. “Hey, who do you think the enforcers will pick this time?” A rich young man with a glass of wine looked hopeful. “I don’t know. The rules for selecting talents in the Nonagon have changed this time. The enforcers of each region will make the selection themselves. Those who are selected can naturally enter the Nonagon to participate in the selection. However, I heard that the enf

They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and would be reported back to Dante, to Chelsea, to the architecture of the school that made their private becoming public property. Grayson didn't care. Or he cared and chose anyway, the distinction he'd offered her applied to himself. He walked her to her next class. Held her hand in the hallway, the performance of coupledom that was also real, also chosen, also the only way through the game that wasn't a game. At her classroom door, she stopped. Looked at him with the observation he couldn't name, the calculation that was also wonder. "Chelsea said you're the first to choose me

"Don't be so humble. You aren't the strongest! I just said cynosure." "Yes," Scottie said in a monotonous voice. With his tone of speaking, it was like he was worried about something still. What was his problem? "Didn't you know that there will be an elimination for the selected participants when the Founding Anniversary commences?" Sting asked Lucas, but it seemed he was informing him. "Principal Lyns said it." But Sting didn't have to tell him that news. He was the first to hear that at the Infirmary Room. Principal Lyns said she will handpick some students so that the Overall Skill Selection, won't be populated, with lots of students from every class.

Across town, Selene was leaning against the hood of her car, phone pressed to her ear, trying to keep her voice level. Her father’s voice was smooth and deliberate, like he was dictating a treaty. “The council and I've agreed. I’ve had send you a list of suitable candidates—profiles and family bloodline. Review them and tell me which you prefer. The next full moon, you will announce your choice. Selene closed her eyes, teeth pressing hard into her lip, her stomach tightening. “List of what?” “Potential mates,” he said without pause. “Alphas, betas, strong lineage. Every name discussed within the council. You’ll choose one—”

He sneered, malice dripping from his voice “The Selection ceremony still continues yet so many of our people have died because these monsters cannot control themselves.” Bjorn spoke with disdain, his orbs flaring with rage. “They are vile monsters who shouldn’t exist. We will live in peace once we eradicate them from this earth.” Lazarus explained the purpose of the selection ceremony and what isn’t known to the public is that there is choice after two weeks whether you seek to pursue the connection with your mate. Apart of me believes that Bjorn is lying, conjuring such a rumor strictly to serve his resentment towards the wolve

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

With moderators around, Fortunates no longer had to slum in Unfortunate camps or workstations. "Listen up!" a deep, cold voice calls from the front of the room. "Before you shower for the selection, an announcement is to be made. There is no requirement..." He pauses, and my skin erupts with goosebumps. My heart pounds in my ears, spilling blood through my veins quicker than usual. "For males in this selection."

“So keep my father’s name from your lips.” “Anyway.” Rowan shook his head. “I want to go back to the fact that the council has already selected my mate.” He glowered. “You don’t get to select my mate, Thinius. No one does. You get to offer options, but I choose if I will even meet with them.” Thinius eyes narrowed, but then he gave a tiny nod. “Fine. This is done. She can continue this futile attempt at applications. The council knows they made the right selection. Let’s go girls.” He turned to leave, but I couldn’t let it end like this.

Ugh, these are the words echoing in every hallways currently, the whole school is in a total mess as every girl I walked past was having a serious conversation about the selection parade. The selection parade takes place every five years, it's an occasion where girls who have come of age, from 18years to 25years, from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves and dragons) are chosen and taken to the king's palace. Although we don't know the reason they do it, because all the girls who were taken there always comes back losing their memories -they don't remember and can't say what happened or what they saw there. An