Harry Potter The Chosen One Novels & Stories

His tone was stern as he explained the ceremonial rules. “Each of you will take a turn stepping up onto the stage. Once you are on the stage, you will touch the Sacred Slate. The she-wolf who awakens the Sacred Slate is the chosen one. She will be the Prince’s Luna.” Two soldiers stepped forward, straining as they carried out a massive, ancient slate. Even with their Lycan strength, I could tell they struggled to bear the weight of the mysterious slate. It took both their efforts just to lift it, a testament to how heavy it really was.

"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.

"And the old magic? The stirring shadows? You said the world will burn." "The world will change. Burn is a strong word." He almost smiled. "But the old magic is waking, and it will not be controlled. Your daughter is the key to that magic. Not because I chose her. Because she chose herself. She was born with both light and shadow, and that makes her special." "She is a baby." "She is the future." The First Wolf began to fade. "Protect her, Elif Demir. Love her. Teach her to be strong and kind and brave. And when she is ready, let her make her own choice."

he explained. “Well, my mind is an open book. Go right ahead.” He chuckled. “I can't read yours. I can't even force myself into it.” “What do you mean you can't read my thoughts?” I asked, turning to him. “Is there something I'm missing?” “It's just because you're the chosen one” he whispered with a smile. I brushed my blonde hair, which kept dancing in the wind, away from my face. “What does me begin this so-called chosen one have to do with any of this?”

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."

"It started, I can feel his power. The chosen one is born." A tall man standing in a huge stone arch door says. He is standing on a doorway one the southern part of the castle his living. On his left hand is a glass of wine, on his right stands a crooked looking old man who waits til his glass is finish, he is waiting to refill it. "Hahaha." He laugh frantically, like a lunatic m "It started, I can feel his power. The chosen one is born." A tall man standing in a huge stone arch door says. He is standing in a doorway on the southern part of the castle his living.

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This confuses me. "Your extraordinary power to control shifters, even to bring them out of humans, proved that you were the special candidate we were looking for. Before now, such an ability was unknown. The prophecy is very vague about it, but we see the truth very clearly, especially after the display you made a week ago. You are not only the last living candidate we know of, but the chosen one. "The chosen one? Is that my position?" I ask alarmed. What does a Chosen One do? Does the Chosen One have to lead an army?

A sly smile crept its way into her reddened lips, her eyes squinting with her smile, “Your highness, we've found the Chosen One.” This seemed to have caught my father's attention as his relaxed sitting position changed instantly, on this information he sat up more properly, leaning forward, “Go on, who are they?” Sasha drew out as though she had the upper hand before the king before she finally answered, “It’s a girl named Diana.” My heart stopped, they were talking about Diana and how she was the Chosen One. What was the chosen one and why did it matter? I may have already heard about this chosen one, but I couldn't recall where I had heard it from.

Dumbledore made a pause while some students passed by them, and continued talking. "I did it. The young Death Eater became my spy into the Dark Lord people, and I warned the couples about how the Dark Lord was after them and their babies. They, then, went into hiding. They even put their hiding houses under the Fidelius charm. By the Halloween of 1981, the Dark Lord had made his choice of who was the 'chosen one', and with the help of the treason of their secret keeper, he attacked the Potters' hiding house. The result of it is already well known. The couple got killed, while the baby managed to survive and rebound the killing curse back to its caster with only a wound in the shape of a ligh