Harry Potter Chosen One Novels & Stories

"Adrian, it seems you truly are the chosen one!" Stevie appeared elated as he approached Adrian. "What do you mean by I'm the chosen one?" Adrian asked. "In addition to safeguarding the Draco Vein, we have another duty—to await the chosen one. The chosen one is the one who commands the Draco Vein," Stevie explained, his gaze firmly fixed on Adrian. Without a doubt, Adrian was that person. After decades of waiting, they had finally reached this day.

"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.

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.

"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.

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

I asked taking a step towards him. “You’re the chosen one Alida.” He said rather seriously. I rolled my eyes and threw my arms up in the air, “There’s that name again. The chosen one. UGHHHHHH!!!!” I turned and started walking away. “Wait, you’ve known this?” He started walking towards me. “It’s what Selene called me, and then after what you told me about the prophecy I just figured that was what I was meant to do as ‘the chosen one.’ I didn’t think it extended past that.” I said turning back around to face him.