Author Of The Chosen Novels & Stories

“You’re assuming love must choose between people.” The Reader’s expression hardened. “Then prove me wrong.” Seraphina looked at Sophia. Sophia looked at Lucien. Lucien nodded. “Together.” They joined hands. Noah. Death. The Devil King. Adrian. Elias. Eve. Everyone joined them. The Reader stared. “What are you doing?” Sophia smiled. “Choosing everyone.” The Choice That Broke the Book Seraphina raised her hand. The golden light returned. “I choose my mother.”

The Unchosen suddenly spoke. Its voice was billions of voices at once. “We were denied.” The battlefield shook. “We were forgotten.” Reality cracked. “We were possibilities.” Entire galaxies appeared and vanished around them. “And now—” The creature raised its hand. “—we choose.” Auren looked at it. “What do you choose?” The Unchosen froze. For the first time— it hesitated. Kael noticed. “So that's your weakness.” The First Kael smiled. “It doesn't know what it wants.”

“If.if you are the moon goddess then why did you write so much pain in my mother’s destiny?” “She herself asked for those pains to give you what you want which was not written in your destiny. Now, choose carefully my child between LOVE OR REVENGE. If you will choose LOVE, you will be blessed with a loving mate for a life and if you will choose REVENGE then you will be blessed with a powerful wolf and his curse.” “I will go with the second option.” “Your future will be the outcome of the present decision, Zayden, So choose carefully.” “I believe I already made a choice.”

You did not erase me. You erased the memory of me. The Creator's face went pale. Why? Because you were ashamed. The creature looked around. You wanted everyone to believe existence began with you. The Creator said nothing. But Arielle saw the truth in her eyes. She had known. The entire time. The Unchosen looked back at Arielle. You were the first choice. The Creator built existence around you. The throne was built around you. The Guardians were built around you. The prophecies were built around you.

Once that truth appears, this entire nightmare can end without turning into a war between packs. The air shifts when Agatha begins casting. A sharp prickling crawls over my skin. Her magic is strong. Most witches grow more powerful with age, but Agatha’s strength feels deeper than that. Years spent in a coven have sharpened her control. Countless spells learned. Countless rituals practiced. This spell is complicated. Only witches chosen by the Weavers can perform magic that connects the past to the present. Naomi confirmed Agatha was chosen ten years ago. That knowledge eases some of the tension sitting in my chest.

Ravana was silent as he glared daggers at Layla, his jaw locked tightly. "If you must know, you nosy little wretch, the first chosen did not have to die by my hand," Ravana snarled. "She is the one that made that choice." She gave him a puzzled expression, surprised by this revelation. Layla had just assumed that The First Chosen was a man. "No one would choose to die, Ravana," Layla bit out. "I am curious as to what in the h*ll possessed her to choose you as her second."

I noticed that they were in different clothes as well, they looked well-dressed, compared to the tattered clothes I saw them wear yesterday. "How did you get here?" I asked and prayed that their fate was better than mine. They gave each other a look. And both of them lowered their heads in shame. God, please don't do this to them. "Actually," Nora was the one who chose to speak, "Adonis picked me and Rex picked Domenica, they were the Beta and Gamma, so we came back with them." "Did they force you or do anything to you?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"I said—stay away from Alec. He is MY mate. MY Alpha. Not yours." Silence. I just stared. Her eyes twitched, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t reacting. "He chose me," she continued, her voice rising with every word. "Do you hear that? He chose ME over you. He’s done it before and he will always choose me. Always." I exhaled slowly, but still said nothing. Amanda’s jaw tightened. She wanted a reaction. She wanted me to cry, she wanted me to break, she wanted to feel stronger than me.

My mother wept openly, her sobs shaking her shoulders, but she hadn’t looked at me once. I hugged myself tighter, wishing Leah were by my side. But servants weren’t allowed near the sacred circle. I knew she was watching from the crowd, though. She always did. The Elder’s voice rose, slow and solemn, speaking blessings over my brother’s sacrifice. Every word felt like a blade pressed against me. Bravery. Honor. Golden wolf of the Moon Goddess. Each title was his, never mine. He was the chosen one. I was the shadow. A breeze stirred the clearing, carrying sparks from the torches, and my eyes lifted for the first time. The firelight danced across bowed heads, across shoulders heavy with grief.

The possibilities are endless. "Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen one, right? Because of the attention he was giving you? Let this be a lesson for you—we always win. And you, Omega-borns, will always be put in your place."