Chosen One Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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."

And then she departed. I came to the cafeteria along with my friends. When I looked at my friends, they had forgotten about me and were talking to each other. I moved from my position, but no one noticed. I approached the counter, ordered a chocolate drink, and waited. They eventually kept my chocolate drink for takeout. When I reached for it, Harry grabbed it first and drank it. "Not too shabby. It's tasty, even if I'm not a lover of sweet drinks." I ignored him and went on to order another chocolate drink for myself.

How dare he! I am not his. I can never be. I am my own person. The strongest creature in the universe, the most powerful wizard/warlock in the whole world who can do whatever he wants. I have all the right to love and choose the one I want to be with, like any other Warlock/Wizard. My chosen one, bonded one which can only be one person, Daniel. My Daniel and no one else. No matter how handsome, hot, sexy, and strong they are.

Her questioning, wide-open eyes darted from the Lord to the Oracle and back. “I want to inform you, dear ladies,” the vampire continued to rant. “You, my dear sister,” he bowed slightly towards Valya. – Yes, and we all, in fact, lost sight of one small detail. We believed that this sweet girl,” he pointed towards Ira, who was sitting on the floor and clutching her burning cheek, “was the Chosen One. We were deeply mistaken! Here he is - the Chosen One! The white-haired vampire pointed to the entrance. From complete darkness, a dark-haired young man slowly entered into the light of the candles. The red eyes flashed, causing horror in the girls' hearts.

Her eyes lit up as she said, “Let's try her first. I think she’s the one. The chosen one will be able to use magic, and her birthmark is unique.” Hearing her words, I began to feel dreadful. The chosen one.. Magic.. Those were the words I had heard from Witch Lily and Queen Neia. Could I really be the destined one who will kill Kyson Night? But I don't want to... I don't want to kill my mate! “Quick, do your thing!” Andre was practically jumping in enthusiasm.

After parting the curtain a little in an unnoticeable manner, Harry peeped to see if he could recognise anyone. At first, all he could see were three teenage boys in a hoodie. Later when he began to pick words from the conversation, he realised there was only a masculine in the trio; the others appeared to be feminine. This was vindicated when one pulled her hoodie off her head, and shaked her hair. It was a short bub, and Harry couldn't remember where he'd seen this person, but he was sure the face was familiar — he just couldn't place it right.

I didn’t want to be the first one to do so. “So will you take it or leave it?” the Shinigami open up his hand and he showed us different rings. Six golden rings with different styles, each of us got different animals with a beautiful design engrave like snake, wolf, crocodile, vulture, crow, and bat. I don’t know which one represents my personality but I choose crocodile without any further reason. Stefanie, the pale girl chooses the snake, Travis, the taller and handsome guy chooses the wolf, Belinda, the blonde woman chooses vulture, Professor Brendan, the hammer face Spanish looking guy chooses the crow and I guess with his physical attribute he looks like a teacher and Paris, the petite

He finally smiled after he had been frowning since he and the guards encountered each other at his house. "Stand up." He motioned for her to stand back. "Are you here to see the king?" She asked. "Yes." The old man replied. "I believe you know your way around here." "Yes, of course." She left them. "Just stick with me. Whatever happens, just stand by me; don't be scared. Well, you might, but don't show it for others to see. This is where you need to prove why you are the chosen one. Okay?" He looked at Alex, placing both hands on his shoulder.

She looks down to a confused Vren and managed to make him spring off the chair. It was only then the man notices Audrey has company. Vren never grown up a timid kid. He has been asked to model since he was very young. He’s fine-looking and he knew it at an early age. He’s always been positive about himself. But now, he slightly has that urge to feel inadequate. “Mark Sinclair.” He offers a hand to shake. Damn it. He has the name of someone who wins the election for student body president. “Vren Parkinson. Audrey’s boyfriend.” He doesn’t mean to add the last part. Vren was groping back his positivity toward himself.

He opened my laptop and logged into my account, preparing to submit my choices himself. Panic flared in me immediately. I rushed forward to grab it back, but he quickly hid behind Jessica and Megan, using them to block me. Alone, I couldn't get past them. I could only watch helplessly as he filled in a community college as my choice. Once the application was submitted, he handed the laptop back to me, his eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. "You only get three chances to modify your application. I've already used them all. Now, you have no choice but to go to community college with us."