The Selection Novels & Stories

he announces, eyes darting back and forth between us. Great. It’s starting. The pitting thing. “After my meeting with the elders’ council, I met with the board of directors at headquarters and we decided that the selection will be in two phases. The verbal test. And combat. Combat will be in three levels.” “Three levels,” Theo spits, finally unleashing that temper that he’s known for. “Three levels of what?” “You heard me, Theo.” Spencer sighs, running his fingers through his hair. Clearly, he’s not in the mood for one of Theo’s tantrums. Clearly, Theo doesn’t care.

"Come on, don't get so tense, honey. This school is a fair school. They accept students according to their ability, based on test results. They held a gradual selection whose results were monitored by experts, not involving the school, to prevent cheating." "Oh, I hope Luke can pass the test." A tall woman wearing thick glasses walked into the hall. She clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. 8"Ladies and gentlemen, prospective students and also parents, the selection will start soon. My name is Maysie Kwon and will be the supervisor of the selection test today. I need to explain the rules first, so that everyone underst

"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

I just did," I cut in coldly. "But the political implications..." "Will be managed. Like everything else." Tyrus cleared his throat. "Still, we should consider the optics. The people..." "Will learn. And they will follow, as they always have." "That's madness," Varn hissed. My eyes snapped to him, and the low snarl rumbling from my chest silenced the room. "You seem to forget your place, Varn." You can't simply end it. The Selection is sacred. It is the only way the crown..."

Letting me know that I was right where I needed to be. "And yet I still choose you," I replied dropping my gaze down to his pink lips that appeared a deeper shade under the setting sun. And as he placed his lips on mine, with his attentive touch and taste all uncertainty dissipated into nothing for this moment in time where we made the choice to choose us above all forces trying to push us on opposite sides.

Xander announced, his voice steady and authoritative, betraying none of the urgency I knew must have prompted this. Murmurs spread through the crowd. “The selection will not be based on rank or lineage. Whether you’re an omega or the son of an Alpha, it does not matter,” he continued, his eyes slowly sweeping across us again. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Dante let out a low whistle beside me. “Damn, he’s serious.” Oh, he was. Just not about forming any elite army. This wasn’t about loyalty or strength. This was a hunt. A discreet one. And I was the prey.

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

Even a single scratch on Liora today will see my step-mother Valerie and my father destroy me. Because today is a special day. It is the first official sage of The Selection, after Liora and Seren had previously passed the screening stage. From age sixteen, girls like them live for this day. Between nineteen and twenty-two, seven girls are chosen from each pack and sent to the capital pack, Emberglade, for the final ceremony. Powerful alphas, lords, and kings select women for their harems. The benefits stretch wide: power, wealth, status and protection. Everything girls like Liora and Seren would kill for.

The next day, when the final selection was finally held, the three candidates for the war general prepared themselves much more thoroughly compared to the previous days. On that final day, all members of the royal family were present to witness the selection process. “Who do you think will be chosen, Sis?” Xylan asked his sister, Rowena. Rowena snorted in annoyance, “What need do you have to ask that? Of course I'm sure Riley will be chosen.” “Just look at his highest points!” Rowena added. Xylan rolled his eyes lazily, “Hey, but the number of points today is bigger so there's a possibility that even the lowest point holder could win.”

I leaned back on the couch, listening to the words they were uttering while trying to keep myself under control and stop Keal from taking matters into his own hands. He didn't like the mention of another woman as his Luna while Lila was present. It felt like an insult. As my earlier frustration began to settle, all I could think about was slicing a man's head clean off his body. "We are hosting a Selection Ball next week. We have already sent letters to different female alphas and strong warrior queens from well-known packs. You can choose anyone who suits you best. It doesn't matter if you don't like her, just choose her, please. Do it for the pack," the elder pleaded.