Harry Potter The Chosen One Novels & Stories

he asked politely. "Hi, that would be me" I replied curtsying. "Ah, Miss Rose. You have been chosen to come to the castle and compete in the king's choice competition" he continued looking at me in scrutiny.as though to check and make sure I was who I said I am. My mum immediately clasped her hand on her mouth in shock. And I, I was literally lost. "M-me" I stuttered " but I thought their name was out and I checked but my name was not on the list, how is it possible that you are here now or could you have gotten the wrong name" I asked excitement growing within me.

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.”

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Dawn remarked when she wandered into the room one day after class to see the first Harry Potter book in the brunette’s hands. “Hadn’t had time to finish it”, Lena said. She set her book aside and picked up Goblet of Fire “I’ve marked the page you were on”, she told Dawn as she held it out to her. The teen smiled, took the book from Lena and relaxed onto her bed to start reading. Lena picked up where she left off in the novel. ~0~

She yells, her aura radiating from her. “DO NOT MOVE!” I yell, and Harry cries out in pain, baring his neck in submission. “What the fuck?” Laura gasps from behind the door. When I hear movement in the background, I turn to see Tony and the Crescent Warriors filling the small hallway of the pack house. Tony comes to a halt and puts his hands up as if to protect himself. “Woah, Enyo! I come in peace!” “It’s not Enyo,” I growl, as realize my eyes are glowing blue.

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.

The more you care, the more you have to loose. ~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix •• Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.

He opened my laptop and logged into my account, preparing to submit my choices himself. Panic flared in me immediately. I rushed forward to grab it back, but he quickly hid behind Jessica and Megan, using them to block me. Alone, I couldn't get past them. I could only watch helplessly as he filled in a community college as my choice. Once the application was submitted, he handed the laptop back to me, his eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. "You only get three chances to modify your application. I've already used them all. Now, you have no choice but to go to community college with us."

Darian's eyes glistened, his voice cracking: "Grace, I've missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again..." "I'm sorry..." I let out a cold laugh. "Elder, the verdict, please." The rest of the proceedings went by in a blur. I drifted until Alex's voice brought me back. I threw my arms around him. The nightmare of my past life was finally over. Alex held me tightly and murmured, "Grace, let me tell you a story." "Once, there was a baby elephant. When it was very small, its leg was tied with a rope and staked to the ground."

He radiated a presence that drew every gaze—even from those fleeing or screaming. Slowly, he turned, and immediately recognition struck like ice and fire entwined. The stranger—the man from the hospital—now wore a crown of bones, jagged and ghastly, catching the blood-red moonlight. Every detail was impossibly vivid: the crown, the cold authority in his eyes, the raw power thrumming from him. He was the eye of the storm. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. My gaze remained on him. The red moon climbed higher, bleeding across the scene. His eyes found mine, piercing through blood and fire. My chest froze, my mind screaming in silence.