Chosen One Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Listen, just go be Maya's nanny. Don't cause trouble. I'll forgive you. I might even give you the chance to bear me a hybrid pup..." But my eyes shot past the crowd and locked perfectly with Kaelan’s deep, icy stare. The second our eyes met, the coldness in his expression melted into unparalleled tenderness. A moment later, the supreme, untouchable Dragon Chancellor Kaelan... He walked right past the stunned, silent crowd. And came straight for me.

"And then there's us, at the very bottom. We're used during celebrations or married off to men chosen by Luna Iris whenever she wishes. But if I become your friend, maybe you'll make me your servant when you become one of the King's favorites." A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "And who told you I want a position beside that man?" "Is there anyone who doesn't want to be close to him?" she asked confidently "Being close to him is everyone's dream. He's the King of Werewolves." I slowly shook my head. Then I laughed softly, closed my eyes, and muttered, "Idiots." The door opened. I slowly opened my eyes. A blonde girl entered. Her eyes were blue, and she looked incredibly arrogant. Her chin was li

"What are you doing? One of these days, you'll give me a heart attack!" Jonathan's eyes were filled with determination. "I already have someone I love, Grandpa. I won't marry anyone else." "Who is it? The college girl who only has eyes for money? She's unfit to be the lady of our house." To his surprise, Jonathan answered seriously, "The one I love is Linda Gray. She is the only person I will marry." Jonathan had no feelings for Natalie. The only one he loved was me, but there was a gulf between us. He knew his grandfather would not allow me to marry him.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.

"These guys are all good, just tell me whoever you want, and I'll assign his job." Harry thought of something, with a cold expression on his face. After all, it's a talent I've spent a lot of time cultivating. Just like that, it was assigned to Dyan. “I will choose first.” Dyan is extremely careful with Lina. "Pick whatever you want, they're all pretty much the same." Harry felt helpless. "Isn't it just a social network?"

ELIJAH I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect. "Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual. He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger. "I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

I didn’t turn to check. This ritual wasn’t something that happened every year. Not even every decade. Most people here had never seen it. The older ones had told stories, sure, but even though they didn’t know what tonight would bring. All I knew was that I had to be here. That I was chosen. That Xaden and I were the center of it all. I didn’t ask for that. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it. My fingers curled tighter under the cloak, nails digging into my palms. The cloak looked beautiful on the outside, but it was rough underneath. It scratched at my skin every time I moved.

His voice dripped with mockery. Ivy froze, gripping the door handle tighter. She had no comeback—just a blank stare and a quiet inhale. Harry tilted his head, amused by her silence. "Lost your voice, Ivy?" She stepped inside without a word, shutting the door behind her. "I'm done," she finally managed to say. Harry leaned back, looking unimpressed. "Which one did you end up picking?" She hesitated for a second before lifting the dress slightly. "This one." His smirk widened. "The one I picked." He let out a low chuckle. "I'll say it forever—Harry Hendrix is always right."

"How about a decent movie this time?" "Harry Potter?" I ask. His whole face lights up. "I can kiss you right now." He chooses Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which happens to be both our favorites, and we lean back and watch. I'm really absorbed in the beginning—how could someone ever get bored during a Harry Potter movie?—but then my eyes start to droop. I guess the past day and a half have been a little too exciting for me. Before I know it. I'm out cold.