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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."

Chapter 31 Over the course of six weeks, six whole weeks, I ran down, looked up and chased this Zenobia Lee and every time I saw her face or what she was wearing or how she was moving, it left an ache in my heart and also my loins. I’ve never wanted any woman as much as I wanted her. Finally on a Thursday at 6:13 p.m. was I able to get the answer I wanted, “Yes, Mr. Ulf, I’ll have coffee with you.” She said it with a huff, like I’d been getting on her last nerve, and she was doing this to shut me up. It worked.

There were things written on it in a language I didn’t recognize and started turning page after page until she found the one she was looking for, it had a drawing of a faceless woman standing with her baby and two cups beside her. “The prophecy states that a baby will be born just before the devil’s hour on 3rd January, the child will be special as they will have the fate of this world in their hands to save it from the unknown, to bring peace to the world they will have to choose between two of their greatest love, the chosen will help them in bring peace while the one left alone with it’s heartbroken will do the unthinkable,” she said in a weird voice like it wasn’t her own, translating th

How I wish I was just in my room, lying in my bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. Asher didn't utter a word. He just started to walk towards Shelly. That was the time when my heart started to shuttered into pieces. I was about to witness my love of life accepting her mate, and unfortunately, it was not me. "I, Asher Lennon, accepted you, Shelly White, as my mate." Shelly smiled. "I, Shelly White, accepted you, Asher Lennon, as my mate."

So, I chose one of my father's old men, a man in his fifties with a serious, regal, and calm demeanor, who was very strict and adhered to the rules. As far as I knew, he was married and had castrated a man for trying to touch his daughter, one who was probably the same age as Amaya is now. So, I pointed at him, he stepped forward, and the others waited; then I looked at the quieter man, the one with language problems, whose wife was a charming woman who cooked for the organization on holidays. He stood next to the first man. The older one was Octavio, and the younger one who hardly spoke was Lorenzo. They were solemn, waiting for orders to do what I was going to ask them to do.

A respected elder said mysteriously, "All of you love worrying about useless things. But if you were really asked to go, not one of you would step forward." A young werewolf turned red and argued back, "Guarding Howlpeak means cutting off all emotions and forgetting the past. It's not that we refuse to go. With so much beauty in this world, could you really give it all up?" "Yeah, exactly." The elder smiled after a moment's contemplation. "If you won't go, someone else will. Why worry so much?" "So you mean a candidate has already been chosen?" "Of course." "Who is it?"

More of a glow that threatened to build. I focused on the color. It was not a different color exactly. It was as if his natural eye color had a current running beneath it. Like lightning hidden under glass. “You are anchored now,” I said carefully. “To what?” he asked. “To choices,” I replied. “To actions. To the present.” He held my gaze intensely. And then— Flash. Stronger than before. I almost flinched. This time it lasted nearly a full second. Bright. Alive. Undeniable.

It was a small kindness, but it felt like a rope. “I can’t let this happen again,” he said in a whisper. “But you have to decide, Fiona. You can't have it both ways anymore. You have to decide now," The choice came down on top of me like a heavy thing, and I wouldn’t let it go. I had lived long enough in my father’s shadow. It was time to emerge into the light, to make a choice. “I do what is right,” I said, even though my voice trembled and the fear clutched my chest. “

"So I am going to ask you the only question that means anything now, in front of everyone, so you know I will keep asking it for the rest of my life. Do you choose me, Talitha. With no magic, with nothing making you? Of your own free will, do you choose me?" The whole hall held its breath. I looked at the man who had built me a door with the lock left off, who had learned across two years to want nothing from me but to be chosen, who had dived into a bottomless well with no bond to pull him and found me by choosing to look. And I gave him the only answer that was ever true. "Every day," I said. "But ask me again tomorrow." Hunter's whole face broke open, and he laughed, that soft wondering l

“Like this moment isn’t a beginning, but a return.” Aiden stepped closer, careful. “Because the fire remembers.” She looked up. “It’s not just in your blood,” he said. “It’s in your soul. This power—it’s passed down, but it chooses who it awakens in. Not just anyone can hold it. You were chosen.” Her heart fluttered at the word. Chosen. Not cursed. Not doomed. “I don’t feel strong,” she admitted. “You don’t have to. The fire is strong enough for both of us.”