Harry Potter Chosen One 소설 & 이야기

“The Moon Goddess has made her choice! Isabella, my daughter, you will be Luna! This is your fate!” Just as I was about to reply, the air around me started to shimmer, grabbing my attention. In a nearby reflection, I saw my own eyes—and stopped. Staring back at me was the impressive face of a Whitewolf my fur shining like new snow. The surprise shook me sparking insights deep inside my heart…

"Excuse me? Marshall what is all this? What are you talking about? What mark?" "The one on your wrist. That sacred mark. Jay, you're the chosen one. You've alot to do and I advice you do it fast" He walks back to his seat and sits on it. "I'm confused" He just smiles and offers me a drink. "Marshall, honestly I don't need a drink now. What the hell is going on? You're alive and a principal in a school full of humans and you telling me about some purpose and mystery I have to unravel."

"I'm already sitting, and your stalling. Can you please just tell me?" "He fucked the new Chosen One," Sara snapped, "as in the one that is supposed to help mankind at the End of Days. As in THE Second Coming. The "you-know-who" from the "you-know-where". Need I go on or do you get who I'm talking about." No… "She's crazy tall, has a bunch of red hair is from a family of seven sisters. Apparently, she's also a woman that can purify demons and send them to heaven. Which is new and terrifying, let me tell you. Was not expecting that when I woke up this morning. Yes, I'm one hundred percent certain that the Chosen One is the woman who's riding your dead fucking corpse, by the way. And your belo

Feeling the weight of responsibility hanging over my shoulders, and my heart beating fast in my chest, I walked up to the altar. Decorations hung everywhere there, but I didn't notice them. Only the person standing there with me, Fiona, looking more pretty than I had ever seen her before. For a moment, just a moment, I had a rethink. Maybe she was the right person for me after all. We were both werewolves, and choosing her would make things easier for everyone.

But then I saw it. A figure. It stood ahead of me, just barely visible through the fog. Its back was to me, motionless, as though it had been waiting. My breath hitched, and my feet froze in place. “Olivia, what have you gotten yourself into?” I whispered inwardly, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. The figure turned slowly, and as it faced me, my blood ran cold. Its eyes glowed an unnatural green, sharp and full of mischief. They pierced through the fog like twin flames, locking onto me.

“That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking,” I whisper. “I swear to you, Mira. It was me.” Her face drains of color. “Why?” she demands, voice sharp, shaking. “Why would you—?” “I didn’t want him dead,” I say quickly, panic rising. “I swear. The dose was meant to weaken him. To delay him. I never meant—” “You poisoned the chosen one of the moon,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Liora bears the mark of the Chosen One.” The throne room fell silent, the weight of those words hanging thick in the air.

"Grace, I'm turning down your invitation. I already promised Lilith the opening dance." Darian shook off my hand without hesitation and walked toward Lilith. Whispers rippled through the crowd — mocking me for being rejected after asking my own fated mate to dance. But none of them knew how happy I was. Because I had been reborn. I was back at my twenty-second birthday ball. I was the only daughter of the Stone Creek Pack Alpha, and Darian was my fiancé.

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.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.