Chosen One Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Poor thing. She finally made it to sixteen, and still didn’t survive…” Mary raised her head and looked at her. “It’s not Bella,” she said. “It’s Clara.” Ms. Hill froze. The expression on her face shifted from pity to shock, and then to something else. Her voice rose, loud enough for the whole yard to hear. “Clara is dead? Wasn’t it Bella who was supposed to be taken?” No one answered her. She stood there, holding a fur bag. Her mouth moved faster than her thoughts as she muttered, “This… the one who should die didn’t, and the one who shouldn’t did…”

"They say the true queen can stand in his fire and not burn.The dragon will kneel for her." "Hush," another one whispered. I did not look at them. I looked at my own hands. Half an hour ago I had been a girl who promised to live. Now I was a girl who had no plan, no friends in this place, and a knee that was beginning to throb again under its dirty bandage. A door opened at the far end of the yard. The man who came out was small and stooped, with a long, papery face. "Tributes," he said. "I am the chamberlain of the Dragon Court. The first round of selection begins now."

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like she was assessing something in her mind. In Layla's curiosity, she went beside Sabrina and read the phrase stated in the book aloud. "Who is the Chosen One? Is it a girl or a boy? You can never guess. However, you can easily identify the Chosen One. You can feel her enormous amount of energy that will make you suffocated when the Chosen One will use his/her power. It will make all your senses shiver in fear. You should fear the Chosen One, as thy power will eliminate your existence in this world. In just a snap of his/her finger, everything will be under control. The Chosen One has no mercy upon provoking his/her emotio

Jacob crossed his arms and tapped his foot as he waited for my response. "That's how it seems." I rolled my eyes before closing them. "They're fools. The Analog is full of witches yet none of them have caught onto anything odd about us? They will be defeated easily." I heard him spit to the floor when he finished with his opinion. "They aren't all oblivious. The girl has caught on even though she hasn't noticed it herself." Lora's voice flooded into the room. I opened my eyes and looked at her curiously. She always had a quiet step when entering. Probably because she was the only one who naturally picked up our witch's magical techniques.

I asked him, unable to keep myself quiet any longer. Brown turned and looked at me. “Are you saying that you are the chosen one?” he asked. “Now you are being intentionally stupid,” I sneered. “James is not the chosen one,” Lily said calmly. “The prophecy says the chosen one will be a female.” “Who is it then?” Member Brown asked, fear obvious in his voice. “Oh, I think you already know, Member Brown,” Lily said teasingly. “But here, why don’t I give you another hint. The chosen one is the one you just told to go home and lay on her back.”

Ryan's wolf growled beside me, but Darius didn't even flinch. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You don't get to choose, Jessica." I slapped his hand away... And chose Ryan. In front of everyone. I thought I had won that night. But I didn't know the war had just begun.

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?

After the waitress left, there was an awkward silence at the table. “So, Victoria, what Harry Potter house are you in? I’m sorry but if you’ve never taken the test, then it might be a deal breaker for me. Also, if you Gryffindor, a part of me will think you’re lying regardless of whether or not you’re actually telling the truth.” I was impressed. I hadn’t talked about my love for Harry Potter with anyone in so long. Aaron was just ticking all my boxes “Fear not, I’m a Hufflepuff. What about you?” I asked.

Diana responded so sassily which makes all of us laugh even louder. “Ztupid is not even a word, Diana.” Zion answers back. Diana rolled her eyes, “It is, and stupid plus Zion is Ztupid.” “Okay, enough with the bickering.” Olivia calls out. “What about you Georgie?” “I think I would go for the third one too.” Georgina-Rose answers. They turned to me as I glance at Harry who looked pretty much very impassive. “I… I think it’s the… Um…” I stare at Harry’s green eyes as he drink his glass of juice. “I’d go with Diana. I will choose the second one too.”