Author Of The Chosen Novels & Stories

“He promised me what Matteo never would. A place at the table. My own territory. Freedom from your shadow, Aristide. You… you would never let anyone else breathe. You’re your father’s son.” I saw Aristide’s fists clench. Saw the truth in Carlo’s words dig into him like glass. I touched his arm—subtle, grounding. He didn’t look at me, but I felt the way his tension eased by a fraction. “Cipher gave you nothing but chains,” Aristide said. “And you dragged us into war for it.” Carlo spat blood onto the table. “War was coming whether you wanted it or not.” His gaze flicked to me then, sharp and deliberate. “She made sure of that. The Chosen Bride. You think Cipher doesn’t know what she is?” The

I shouted, turning around to face him. "I do not want what happened to my parents to happen to me. I watched my father lose his mind for a fated mate. I don't want a fated mate. I want a chosen one, someone I can control, someone who won't cause my downfall. I will not mark Elvira." "Because she will be your weakness?" Cole shook his head in disappointment. "Gabriel, look at yourself. You are the Alpha of the strongest pack in the region. You are supposed to be fearless."

Now, she knew they would never be apart. Her commander pulled away, but she kept his hand and then reached for Landon’s as well, since he was on the outer edge of the circle they had formed. Everywhere she looked, she saw a man who loved her more than anything, and somehow her heart had expanded so that she was capable of loving each of them equally as well. These were her men, the Chosen, and when it came to being their queen, the pleasure was all Katrinetta’s. The End

Philip said but all I did was growl at him threateningly. I wasn't going to back out no matter what. I was going to fight till the end just like James and Annie did. Aliama said some spells directed at me but thankfully non of her spells worked which is something I was thankful for. I didn't want to be a wolf but at this moment I was so glad I was one, the chosen one to be specific , I was so happy that I was immune to her attacks.

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

The kingdom has already faced thousands of difficulties throughout their reign after being protected by the deity but this is the first time that they get to encounter such abnormalities regarding the Chosen Vessel. A Chosen Vessel is only born once in every generation. In Kabinihan, a certain clan are the only ones that can bear female offsprings that will have the Mark of Kasarinlan on her lower abdomen the moment she is born, thus making her the Chosen Vessel.

And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone. "No, no. I can't be out, father. I am going to hurt anyone--" "You are not going to hurt anyone, Adam," he said, stern voice pinning me on the spot. His hands grabbed both my naked shoulders and glared at me. "You will go and find that girl or I will drag her here myself. Choose." He then stood and looked at me, kneeling on the ground. A choice. Both are not good ones. He turned and went to the door of the chamber before he turned to look at me.

"This is not a dream. You are no longer in your beautiful world, and the chances of you ever returning have dimmed the very moment you refused to cooperate. You must accept that your life has been altered. Meet the challenge before you and die with dignity." "No! I won't do anything you tell me! Take me home right now or I'll kill you with my bare hands!" "Your threats are futile. You were chosen for this. Selected by—" A long, deep boom rang between the trees and the crowd shifted, whispering. The woman stopped and turned, staring in the direction of the sudden moonlight. "He's here," she said breathlessly. "Surrender your life to please him and you will be honored by the kingdom." She turn

A Chosen is different to a Fated; a Chosen is someone you fall in love with, where the bond is so strong that it creates a Golden Thread similar to a wedding ring. How fucking amazing is that? It spurred me on to do this, to end what I have with Avanah before planning to move forward with Kaia. I’m not letting her go, not ever again. She called me a few minutes ago to inform me that she’ll be going to New York this weekend to speak with Kira’s mother. Apparently the Goddess might have a way for her to reject and sever her bond with Bjorn - another reason why I need to do this as soon as possible.

he pointed at Skylark, "is the chosen one you've been speaking of?" Moriarty shook his head, trying to dispel any misconceptions. "No, Dimitri! I never claimed she was the chosen one. It was you who misunderstood and jumped to conclusions about the idea of their mate being the chosen one." Sky, who had been listening intently, voiced her confusion. Turning her gaze to Moriarty, she inquired, "What exactly is this chosen one you keep mentioning? I had no idea about any of this." The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Finally, it was Dimitri who took it upon himself to provide an explanation. "There is a legend surrounding the chosen one—a woman with extraor