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I argued. “Lesson one….” Lucan said as he walked much closer. I could feel his breath against my face, fresher and heavier this time. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes, but I looked away immediately. “Rowan is the beta. You’re the Luna. Who holds higher power?” I swallowed, then answered. “The Luna,” “Who is?” “Me,” I said. His grin was wide and noticeable even if I wasn’t staring at him.

she said "Wow.. it like am the only peasant in this competition and I thought it was for anybody no matter your status" Rosy stated " Yes it bias right? But that obviously not what the king wanted" Maria said " How would you know" Rosy asked. " Forgotten my father is his the right hand man? He bring juicy details home, the king wanted it to be so but what had he expected living the decision of choosing the girls up to his elders" she sigh " they had obviously choosed a lady for their best interest and the king his far to unconcerned about such things" she said " you were obviously choosen as last minute decision since it was discovered that Laila was already pregnant, so be careful" she warn

But Elisa was Joshua’s daughter and they deserved to have that connection. Thomas started reading the papers. There were things that they already imagined or knew, such as some relationship with Mother and the wolves not hearing it and also as chosen of the great clans. However, there was different information. Something that caught his attention. Something written in the ancient, Sanskrit language: चयन तस य म लम . Roots of the chosen. Thomas observed the expression for a few minutes and indicated to Joshua that he was drooling with his daughter. Asking with the signage, what it meant.

“You are the chosen one! When everyone heard this word, they were stunned beyond doubt, Zenny shook her head vigorously to show her disapproval. “You are lying to me, you are lying! I can not be the chosen one! “I'm not the one you all are looking for ” “How can I be the chosen one? How? I'm not going to accept anything and everything you said, because you said so. If you are so desperate to get the chosen one and sacrifice her, then you can look else! I don't care, but don't come to me with the nonsense news if me being the chosen one”

“Do you remember what you felt when you stood in front of your father? When your father turned away from war, and you held your pack and your thunder together with nothing but your presence?” Tora nodded slowly. “That instinct—that protector’s heart? It is the same part of you that will guide you as a mother.” Maggie sat in her mind. “And you are not alone. You have your sisterhood. Your family. Your mate. And us—the Guardian Spirits. Do you really believe we would let anything happen to the children of the Chosen Ones?” Tora’s eyes stung. She blinked quickly. “No. I guess not.” “You were not chosen because you are perfect. You were chosen because you are powerful, flawed, fierce, and deeply

He informed Alex. "Gods never abandon their followers or their chosen ones; they always stand by the special ones. Hence, the reason why Ogundele, the son of Ladele, the son of Awero (his mother's name), is sitting in the middle of this shrine, at midnight is to get fortified. I plead with all the gods present in this shrine to accept him as the chosen one that he was destined to be. I seek your protection over him as he embarks on the war he is destined to fight. May he conquer all the forces he encounters in the course of the war. May he end up as the triumph." He chanted, as he gave Alex the cut.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.

1921 - Seer "Another fated one has denied his destiny, we remain under Vampire rule for another one hundred years." I peered into the hot liquid and ran a finger down the steaming pot, watching carefully as the ripple expanded. "I fear a repeat of history, the next chosen ones give me a bad feeling, they may not be ready in time."

"The prophecies speak of an awakening, a time when the light would call to its chosen. We are those chosen. We are the ones who will stand against the darkness." "But why us?" Ren asked, his voice filled with doubt. "Why were we chosen?" Sol smiled, a gentle expression. "The light does not choose based on power or status. It chooses based on heart. You were chosen because you are willing to fight for what matters. Because you have love in your hearts. Because you refuse to give up." Elara felt the artifacts pulse within her, a reminder of the power she carried. She had been chosen too, not because she was special, but because she was willing. Willing to sacrifice, willing to fight, willing t

I stare at the wall, remembering my father was locked behind the wall. I trace the door and walk into the dungeon. It's a dark path of void. Only soft whines of a man could be heard. A man that was my father. The faint reflection from the burning torch on the wall lit the dungeon up to an extent. He sees me and immediately whimpers. "How could you do this to your father?" He groans weakly. The potion must really be working on him because I've never seen my father this vulnerable before. "I chose you. I chose you to be the alpha, and what do you do? You and Lora put me here? Why?"