Chosen One Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, Henry shifted into his human form; he stood naked in front of the Lamia. He stepped back, stunned, as he didn't struggle back. He trudged on towards the beast; now he realises that it was a half-woman, half-snake, as its hidden face earlier was evident to him. It strided back; it was sacred, even agitated, and a look of shock was clear in its eyes. The beast looked alarmed at that moment. Henry reached down with both his trembling hands and pushed it as hard as he could. The creature stumbled, pain obvious in its face, as he reached down, gripping it by the throat and holding it midair. “How did you know that I was looking for the seer? And what do you mean by the chosen one?"

Kai selected Lyra from Ironhold, a quiet girl I barely knew. Then it was Nyla's turn, and I watched my best friend's face look around in panic as she realized she had no real connections with anyone left. Finally, she said, "Sable from Blackclaw." The guy she'd sat with quietly at dinner last night. They hadn't spoken much, but Nyla was being practical. Better someone neutral than someone potentially hostile. And then, they all turned their eyes to me. I took a deep breath, knowing my choice would shock everyone, and I said clearly, "Darius from Firstfell."

"He looks like a snake, ready to bite on your back. Do you know who he reminds me off?" "Who?" "Nagini from Harry Potter. If his nose wasn't that straight, he'd might as well fit voldemort better." "You like Harry Potter?" "Yes! I LOVE Harry Potter." I almost jumped in my spot, drawing out a chuckle from him. "Which of the series is your favorite?" "The first one! I love their innocent, carefree queries in that." I felt him moving, then his breath hit the back of my ear as he whispered. "Just like you."

The journey was filled with challenges, from memorizing spells to controlling power; it had all been overwhelming. Chris hummed thoughtfully, turning a page with deliberate ease. "So I assume not everyone can become a sorcerer," he said, his tone curious, though he already knew the answer. And far more than she could ever guess. She lifted her chin, a quiet pride lighting her eyes. "No," Violet replied calmly. "Only the chosen ones." Chris lifted his gaze from the book once more, studying her with renewed interest. “Chosen ones," he repeated inquisitively, and then asked, "For what?"

“I’m not yours.” He took a step forward. “No. You were never mine.” A slow, terrifying smile curled his lips. “You were always more.” Jason moved in front of me, magic flaring in his hands. “Move back, Harry. It’s over.” “Over?” Harry laughed—a cold, hollow sound. “It has only just begun.” Kael moved to my other side, forming a wall between me and him. “You lost. She chose us. She chose herself.” Harry straightened his head, studying me. “Did she? Or did she simply awaken?”

I went to the vegetable and fruit section, because it's the closest to the entrance. I'm choosing, what vegetables will I buy as well as the fruit. Then my eyes fell on the strawberries on the top shelf, I thought there was only one box left, but when I wanted to take it, suddenly someone took it first. "Oh sorry, do you want the strawberry?" The man said, he was very handsome, my eyes didn't blink when I saw him. "Hello" He waved his hand in front of my eyes, snapping me out of my admiration for him. I blink and he hands me the strawberry box.

Howled of sorrow and crying could be heard, then the screams of the mind-links could be heard from various members inside the palace. ‘My king… My Alpha kKing… the palace is under attack!!’ Shocked, my eyes widened at the words that entered my mind-link. Harry is here with Melissa’s potion, so… SH*T… They’re targeting the palace…. ‘HARRY… HARRY… BACK TO THE CASTLE, HURRY!!!” Life is full of choices, where the choices we make will be the way of life we will live in the future. Pearl chose the path of darkness and I chose to move on with my life, both because of heartbreak but the choices we made were very different.

The title alone caught my attention, but the cover was what really drew me in. “I’ll take this one,” I murmured to myself, pulling the book off the shelf. I ran my fingers over the title, intrigued, before flipping through the pages to get a feel for it. Meanwhile, Chloe was on the other side of the bookstore, clutching the books she had chosen. She was a die-hard J.K. Rowling fan, the kind of girl who’d empty her savings just to get the next book in the Harry Potter series.

Do this, and he’s yours. No name. No signature. Just a promise. I crushed the paper in my hand. At the time, it had seemed like fate, like the universe had finally seen me, seen my pain, and handed me a lifeline. I had hesitated, sure, but the pull of what could be had drowned out the whisper of right and wrong. I just wanted Lucian. Was that such a terrible thing? To want to be chosen? To not be invisible for once?

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.