Harry Potter The Chosen One Novels & Stories

He merely said. “Doomsday?” I asked confused. His mere words has brought not only confusion to me but also to Bree and Helen. Anytime Abhi comes with a prophecy, it always leaves a ominous feeling in everyone's heart. “If the chosen one is not able to unlock her powers and take the Staff of ARUNDHAIL before the next full moon, then the whole world will be in jeopardy!!!!”He calmly announced as if he is giving us good news. “The chosen one? Who is the chosen one and what's the staff of ARUNDHAIL?”Bree asked mirroring my concern.

“It’s the same thing, Harlow. You are the forest. The forest is you.” I was puzzled again. I stared at him, one eyebrow crooked. “What are you talking about?” “The power of the forest flows through you. You’re… the chosen one. Whatever the forest can do, so can you.” “Do you really believe that?” It sounded like he did, but if that was the case, it brought so many other questions to mind, I didn’t even know where to begin.

She just said 'ALHOMOHRA' the harry potter spell used for opening doors magically. " What nonsense Davina ! " said the boy and moved away. " S...Sorry ... Stathis ." said the girl. Stathis didn't say anything just raised his hands in to show it's okay. Davina then turned back to Cynthia and Ada to apologize. She looked a bit embarrassed. She was about to say sorry that Cynthia and Ada spoke together smiling, " It's okay muggle's won't understand." This made Davina smile. " OH Great, New potter heads in Tombstone high. By the way am Davina a Slytherin., s he said.

“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…”

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.

She knew that this was it, that this was her chance to make the king pay. She took a deep breath, and then she began to chant. The words of the spell flowed from her lips, and the air around her began to shimmer and glow. The king's guards looked up, startled, as Luna's magic washed over them. They tried to run, but it was too late. Luna's spell had already taken hold, and they were frozen in place. Luna smiled, a fierce glint in her eye. She knew that she had the king right where she wanted him. She began to walk towards the castle, her magic swirling around her.

Multiple soldiers from Ashmoon Pack bursting into the houses of our pack members and killing off the babies and mother. :”Please no!” I closed my eyes as one of the soldiers drew his claw towards the chest of a young boy, whose mother was already lying in the pool of her blood. “This is what your pack will become in a couple of months” I turned around to behold the sight of a figure dressed in all rays of white. Beside her stood two white furry wolves howling in unison. “Moon goddess!” I whispered and dropped to my knees in respect. “You have been chosen to end the reign of evil magic on the werewolf’s kingdom. If you don’t stop the danger coming, what you have seen will be the reality of yo

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.

“But fear is just the start.” Rising from his chair, he approached a grand bookshelf packed with tomes of ancient magic. My fingers trilled across the spines until I landed on the one I was looking for — a spellbook lost to most witches. I opened it up to a page that had a blood-red ribbon bookmark.

"You are the chosen one. The one who was born to protect the ruler. Bow to the chosen one, the fairest divine." I huffed. This has to be some kind of joke. "I'm sorry but you've got the wrong person," I dismissed them as I made my way out of their midst, expecting them to also find their way. But surprisingly, not one but all of them began chanting like they were some sort of cult, "All hail the chosen one. The one who was conceived to bring peace to the nation. The fairest divine. " What was this? I began running in the opposite direction to get away from them, but it was as though the more I ran, the closer they were to me. Even while I closed my ears with both hands, it seemed as though t