Author Of The Chosen Novels & Stories

Had sent Mira to wait for twenty years and carry the oral history of a dead race and press a notebook into the hands of a girl leaving in the dark. Had visited, apparently, the very night the girl was finally asleep enough to be found. I stood at the window and looked at Valdris in its early morning state, the torches dead now, the stone lit silver by the coming sun, and I thought about the word chosen. Not cursed. Not mistake. Not the screaming thing they had called me in the birthing room. Chosen. Before I existed, by someone who loved me before I had a shape.

“If I was really ‘selected’… then what am I?” Zayden didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her for a long time. Not like a billionaire. Not like a man in control. But like someone trying to understand something human inside chaos. Then he said quietly “I don’t think you were chosen because of what you are.” A pause. “I think you were chosen because of what happens around you.” Lena frowned. “That makes no sense.” Zayden nodded slightly. “I know.” Silence again. But this time… it wasn’t empty.

She stopped walking and moved a bit closer to Damian, propping herself up on his elbows. “Did you get chosen, too? Before being chosen as the envoy of the knights?” The muscles in Damian's neck tightened under his skin, but contrary he didn’t walk further. Her blue-green eyes gleamed above his inflamed cheeks. Finally, after five long seconds, Damian nodded. “Yes. But it didn’t end well. I killed a commander who attempted to touch me. I mean… you know what I mean. I killed him with my fire. And elfar helped me get away with it by telling the authorities that the killer had been slain by me. This gives me a way out of the journey and I return to my family."

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

"Because I love him, which is true. It has always been true even when I was not ready to call it by its name." She waited. "But that is not all of it," I paused. She said nothing… "I came back because dying the first time was the first time I had ever felt chosen," I nodded twice. My voice stayed level and I let it. "I was not chosen as a useful thing, but chosen as something worth keeping. He chose me in his last breath, in a burning warehouse with the fire already in the walls, the poison already in his blood, and no reason left to perform anything." I stopped for a moment. "And I had spent my entire life before that not being chosen. My parents left, but Luca selected me. And that dazzles

POV: Felicia "You keep looking for the girl you were supposed to become." I turned. No one there. My mark burned, and I understood the voice had come from the scroll still open in my lap. The ink shifted without moving, words surfacing that hadn't been visible a moment before. THE CHOSEN WILL BELIEVE HER WORTH MUST BE EARNED. SHE WILL BE WRONG. Then: BUT DO NOT MISTAKE BEING CHOSEN FOR BEING RIGHT.

"What you thought is right. I am that. I'm the chosen one from the Moon Goddess, herself." “What?!” Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But.. that's impossible, how come you became the chosen one? The Chosen One always came from prominent Alpha families or at least a Beta who married an Alpha. How did you, an Omega, become the Chosen One?" he asked.

Within seconds, a massive beast stood before them — taller than any wolf in the region, his fur rippling with veins of shadow and his eyes burning with molten crimson fury. Gasps rippled through the gathered wolves. Some of the Moonspire warriors involuntarily took a step back. Even Alpha Dean’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched the creature bare its fangs, saliva dripping like venom. Loretta clutched his arm, her voice trembling. “Dean… she’s still just a girl.” But Liora’s voice broke through the murmurs — calm, clear, resolute. “I am no girl, Mother. I am Moonspire’s daughter. I am the Chosen.”

I stumbled back in fear. “Not her, You!” She declared. Everyone turned to look at me and Ariana's face dimmed with gloom. “You are the chosen one.” The priestess said. “That's not possible. She's just an omega. Disregard her.” My father said immediately. “She is the chosen one.” The priestess deadpanned.

Brooke winks just before James pulls her in for a kiss. I sigh, only if I can swallow my pride and go to the Claiming Ball which is held once every year and on the second blood moon in the year, I may just get my mate. During a claiming ball, if you don't find your mate, you can take a chosen mate and claim her. The idea of taking a chosen doesn't sit well with me. I want my own mate, I want to see the woman that Selene fucking created just for me. Taking a chosen mate to me, is just like taking something or in this case, someone that isn't yours.