Harry Potter Chosen One Novels & Stories

he pointed at Skylark, "is the chosen one you've been speaking of?" Moriarty shook his head, trying to dispel any misconceptions. "No, Dimitri! I never claimed she was the chosen one. It was you who misunderstood and jumped to conclusions about the idea of their mate being the chosen one." Sky, who had been listening intently, voiced her confusion. Turning her gaze to Moriarty, she inquired, "What exactly is this chosen one you keep mentioning? I had no idea about any of this." The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Finally, it was Dimitri who took it upon himself to provide an explanation. "There is a legend surrounding the chosen one—a woman with extraor

"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.

I asked him, unable to keep myself quiet any longer. Brown turned and looked at me. “Are you saying that you are the chosen one?” he asked. “Now you are being intentionally stupid,” I sneered. “James is not the chosen one,” Lily said calmly. “The prophecy says the chosen one will be a female.” “Who is it then?” Member Brown asked, fear obvious in his voice. “Oh, I think you already know, Member Brown,” Lily said teasingly. “But here, why don’t I give you another hint. The chosen one is the one you just told to go home and lay on her back.”

I have enough money for my bus ride and to give him too. I dropped my fare and went to an isolated corner of the bus, to dwell on my thoughts. I won't hurt my sister, even if she has done a lot to me and also, I can't hurt my mate, Axel. I will tell him to give me a Potion that wont hurt anybody… I really hope he has such. Getting off at the last bus stop, just a few minutes walk from the border of the pack. I began the long trek to the cottage where the wizard lived. I was about turning back when I saw the roof of the abandoned house, I'm not so sure if he will have a potion that won't hurt anyone but I wouldn't know if I don't try?

Everyone believes that we are perfect future leaders of this pack. Asher and I have the same birthday also. We were born on the same day that makes our parents believe that we are really meant for each other. “I am ready, as always, but a little bit nervous,” I answered Shelly. Shelly has been my friend since grade school. She was one year older and she shifted last year. Her wolf, Shane, is huge, with a mixed color of white and brown. She has this pair of hazelnut eyes that make everyone shiver when she’s angry. But even though she shifted last year, she still hasn’t met her mate.

I watched her get up and check her outfit, and I just watched this woman who’d held my heart for years. I remember the moment I saw her for the first time, I had just come from a high council meeting and was pissed off at what they had the audacity to tell me. Me, an Original, had to choose a mate to procreate our species. The nerve. I’d been careful for almost a century to keep my bloodline pure, and a bunch of old wolves, who hadn’t seen what I’d seen, or lived what I lived were going to tell me what to do? Yeah, good luck with that.

Or a nightmare. Someone laughed awkwardly. “Is he serious?” another voice whispered behind him. Kael didn’t waver. “It’s not a mistake.” Ezra’s heart was a mess of noise now—loud, panicked, disbelieving. He wasn’t supposed to be seen. He wasn’t supposed to be chosen. But Kael’s voice came again, low and certain, like it came from the earth itself. “I choose you.”

They went to stand in the line. Later in the evening they went to the school dance. They were dancing and having fun, laughing and enjoying themselves. She suddenly looked over to the door. There in the door was this hunk of a guy, towering over everyone around him. She felt like time stood still as she could no longer hear the music playing. Everyone around her started fading away and all she could see was this handsome guy. Her heart started beating loudly and she felt an electric shock through her body. He looked at her and smiled, she smiled back. He started moving towards her. She was transfixed by him.

"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

His trembling fingers reached toward me, but in the end, he didn't dare touch me. When he realized how deeply I despised him, his lips quivered. "All right. I won't bother you again." He walked away like a man who had lost his soul. Holding my mother's urn close, I turned and went back inside. I settled down in my hometown, and Zach took care of me just as he had when we were kids, always watching over me like an older brother. True to his word, Jonathan never appeared before me again. The only thing that came every year was a package. There was never a name on it, but both Zach and I knew exactly who had sent it.