Harry Potter The Chosen One Novels & Stories

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.”

"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

“I see. That certainly isn’t what our books tell us.” “Of course not. Why sully the name of your precious king?” Lucas let out a sigh and went on, “To make a deal with the devil required a medium. A key as a means of opening the gate. A soul to sacrifice. It was called a ‘chosen one’. By all accounts, the chosen one was someone particularly precious to the King. Could you take a guess as to who that could possibly be?” Thinking back to it, I couldn’t recall anyone who was particularly precious to the king. Besides, maybe…

As if she had stamped it into my memory by just saying so, I nodded back in confirmation. I asked, "How will I recognize the chosen one?" The healer's voice held a touch of mystery. "The chosen one will bear the mark of Lythian, a birthmark shaped like a crescent moon on their right shoulder. They will possess unique abilities and a very, very strong spirit." I squinted, "They?" He nodded, "Yes, they. The chosen one is two in one."

she said as she dusted the cover with her hands. FLASHBACK: “You know you are a Baudelaire,” Halle said to Hazel, who had her hand on her forehead because of the pain she experienced from the recovery spell Halle had performed on her. “A chosen one at that,” she added, drawing Hazel’s attention. Halle crouched down and opened up her box, taking out a black book, then made her way towards Hazel, who took a few steps back. “Do not fight it, Hazel, because this is what we were born to do. You are a witch, and a powerful one. They have locked you up for quite long, and I am here to set you free,” she said, and Hazel shook her head.

He said with a hint of tears in his eyes and then he sank to the ground and rested on his knees. “I now believe all that has been said. I believe the kid’s words…” “You are the Chosen One!” ** {Prince Landon's POV}

“The Moon Goddess has made her choice! Isabella, my daughter, you will be Luna! This is your fate!” Just as I was about to reply, the air around me started to shimmer, grabbing my attention. In a nearby reflection, I saw my own eyes—and stopped. Staring back at me was the impressive face of a Whitewolf my fur shining like new snow. The surprise shook me sparking insights deep inside my heart…

Dwyne has a part in this ticket too. “That Harry Potter Book Collections, and that heart-shaped necklace, miss” Dwyne said to the counter lady. I was surprised when he picked what I want—the Harry Potter Book Collections. I can't help but looked at him with confusion. The woman gave what Dwyne said. “Thank you for coming, sir, ma'am” the girl said. Dwyne nod and smiled, but being a bitch me, I just rolled my eyes at her. “Oh, this is for you” Harvey said and handed me the necklace and the Harry Potter Book Collection.

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.

Nobody knows. It was a very hard time, we were at war. Me, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the whole Hogwarts. At war with the one who's name should not be taken. I will though because "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." Voldemort with his wicked army , stood infront of us. We all were on the battlefield with our wands and brooms ; flying in the air , casting spells on each other. The sky was painted metallic and lighting bolted every ten seconds. We fought until we made the Dark Lord vulnerable and then I stepped forward and swished my wand. "Avada Kedavara!", I spelled out; and the light escaped my wand. It struck him and he collapsed. "Now you are a nobody knows!" (No body