Harry Potter Chosen One Mga Nobela at Kwento

The snow-dusted stone path leads to the sacred circle where the Flame burns. Everyone is there. And everyone is watching me. I set my chin, square my shoulders, take firm steps. But inside? Each gaze feels like acid burn. I’m the wrong girl. The wrong chosen one. I grew up here. Helped with hunts. Mended tents, fixed broken traps, brought food to the sick. I was never favorit, but never did I imagine I’d become a public shame. “She’s cast a spell.” “She tampered with the choice.” “She’s a witch’s daughter of course.”

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

' Blinking back the tears, I mouthed a quick, 'You too. Once the moon hit the highest peak, the chief made his way in front of the girls. "This year is the thirtieth year we celebrate The Choosing. I hope all of you know how brave you all are. I pray you all stay safe, and for the one who finds their beast... know you are blessed." As he moved away from the front, I took a deep breath just as the chief's voice echoed across the open field. "Let the choosing begin!" the sound of cheers came from behind us, as many of the girls eagerly made their way towards that forest. With each step I took closer to the darkness that awaited me, I couldn't help but feel almost lighter.

“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…”

Serra awkwardly nodded. "Yes" Then Niko came behind her. Viktor and the two girls stopped talking, Rena sheathed back her dagger. "I talked with the chosen one" Serra started. Mira sat back and held Haris's hand and he doesn't seem to notice as his eyes were on Serra. "And he told me the prophecy". Mira's eyes widen. "So you really are the chosen one?" she gasped. Serra nodded. She told them everything that happened. How the sword flew and landed on Farhan's hand, how his skin changed, and how he transformed from a corpse-like being to a handsome man. Rena's eyes gleamed as Serra described Farhan.

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.

It was like the story that Hazel had told her back at the bookshop. The Chosen One didn’t make a sacrifice. She wanted revenge and these were the army she was after. The last war was not really the last after all. Now, the fate of mortality lies in her hand. She was the Chosen One, but she does not remember any of that, even though she has a feeling that she knew these people.

The possibilities are endless. "Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen one, right? Because of the attention he was giving you? Let this be a lesson for you—we always win. And you, Omega-borns, will always be put in your place."

"Are you crazy?! Didn't you see how she brought back that cat from the dead? She needs to be killed." "I assure you, Councilor, that she isn't a witch," said Jonas bravely. "But a wolf of rare talent and skill. Conrad knows this. April is the one to fulfil the prophecy. She is the Chosen One." Everyone was in awe, but I still needed clarification. What prophecy? Why wasn't I understanding any of this?