Becoming The One Book Novels & Stories

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.

This book is my debut novel [ shrieks in incredulity @_@ ]. I can’t even believe that I have finished it. I originally tended this book to be a stand-alone. But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< .

I said abit scared The page flipped again and started writing "THE KEEPER OF THE BOOK IS PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATIONS TO ONLY THE NEXT CHOSEN ONE WHICH IS WHY I AM HERE TODAY" "So, you think I'm the chosen one" I asked "ONLY THE BOOK DECIDES WHO TO BE PASSED DOWN TO AS THE CHOSEN ONE" "So that's a yes then" I asked curiously "IF THE CHOSEN ONE SHALL ACCEPT THIS GRAND QUEST, SHALL WE BEGIN?" I wasn't sure of the answer to that question... I mean my life is perfect... What more can this book give me that I don't already have??

Let's see. I jumped on my bed and flipped through the book as I went to the contents. I didn't have time to read the explanation. So I just went to read the laws listed in the Table of content . One: He's...I don't know..just.. . Wait that was number one?..what kind of dumb writer writes this as law one symptoms of knowing you like a guy? I move further to the main book to read the explanation of that dumb thing the writer wrote * One: He's...I don't know..just..

I swallow hard and read aloud. The Prophecy of the One “Born of dual flame, Child of shadow and light, She who carries both shall rise When the world trembles in fear. Her power will awaken the old, Her choice will unmake or remake the world. The One is not born to follow fate— But to decide it.” The room goes still. No one breathes. Not Noah. Not Emily. Not Grace or Liam. Not even Mom. I close the book slowly. “So… that’s me.”

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

“Now look for the answer to this doubt.” Then a light came on in my head, something that made sense. I began to flip through all the books at my leisure, and the hours flew by. It felt good to be there, with all the knowledge, it didn't make me feel like I was in a strange place. One of the books that caught my attention the most was red with gray. On the cover it said "The Birth of a Second Omega." The title caught my attention.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

Its title is The Portion. "This is a beginner's book. This beautiful organization is filled with knowledge, peace, and power but has rules. Many of us shared the same heart when we first entered those doors. And most of us have been vindicated, but we were steadfast and loyal to the cause." It would be best if you were done reading it within a week. So after you've read it, return to a meeting, and then we'll go from there." I agree, thank her, and then head home.

“I just want him to like me.” “Oh, Harper, he’ll love you,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “How could he not? You’re the most amazing little girl in the whole wide world.” Her face brightened slightly, but her voice remained hesitant. “You promise, Mommy?” “I promise,” I said firmly. “Someday, you’ll meet Aiden. And I’m sure he’ll think you’re just as special as I do.” She pulled back, a tiny smile on her lips, and reached for her crayons. On the table, her coloring book lay open to a page with two stick figures holding hands—a boy and a girl, both smiling.