Novel & Cerita He Is The Chosen One

"Let us land." "Are you insane? That's not him!" "I know," I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. "But I’m the Chosen One. And the heart doesn't stop beating just because the world is cold." The skiff slammed onto the cooling obsidian of the ridge. I didn't wait for the boarding ramp. I jumped, my boots skidding on the glass-slick surface. I ran toward the center of the crater, toward the King who stood amidst the dying fires of the Architect's birth.

More of a glow that threatened to build. I focused on the color. It was not a different color exactly. It was as if his natural eye color had a current running beneath it. Like lightning hidden under glass. “You are anchored now,” I said carefully. “To what?” he asked. “To choices,” I replied. “To actions. To the present.” He held my gaze intensely. And then— Flash. Stronger than before. I almost flinched. This time it lasted nearly a full second. Bright. Alive. Undeniable.

"His father chose me. He looked my father in the eye and shook his hand. I am Ronan's fiancée." The words felt like a lifeline I was desperately clutching, the only solid thing in a world that was crumbling around me. I clung to them with everything I had, willing them to be true, willing reality to bend to my version of events. "We might be having some... some minor differences right now, but that doesn't change the fundamental truth. I am the chosen one. Not that freak."

But she was alive. The man stepped past her like she was nothing more than an obstacle, moving into the room behind her. I held my breath. Waited. Prayed. But… Seconds later, he stepped back out. “There’s no one here,” he said. My heart pounded wildly. Confusion crossed his face. Then… His gaze dropped to my mother. “Where is the chosen one?” The words sent a chill down my spine. Chosen one. That’s what they called me. My mother…

I replied, my voice trembling. "Things are different. This is reality. Nothing is inherently right or wrong. We do what we do to survive and carry on our race for generations to come," He spread out his arms and grinned, looking like the epitome of a maniac. "And you are going to be one of the chosen ones. You don't know how much glory this will bring to you."

he growled, gripping the snuggeries . “ They wanted Lila. ” He took a deep breath. A low and feral scowl spewed from my throat. His eyes snapped to mine, shocked. I was shocked too, but not for whatever reason he was. I ’ve noway made a sound like that ahead. “ Why would a mischief want to harm an innocent doggy ? ” I asked repulsively. “ He said he wanted to put her down before she put him down. ” He snarled as his body shook. I stood up to go over to him, “ Do n’t. ” he advised, putting his win up in front of him. “ I just want to console you, ” I rumored. He shook his head and dropped his hand. I stayed put. I abominated that he'd just flat out rejected my com

Abror mutters, "I need you and that mutt of a brother of yours dead, because then I'm King." Alex moves to reply, but I interrupt him quickly in an effort to get him to calm down. "What do you mean it wasn't your best choice?" I question, glancing over at Alex, feigning curiosity. "Adam has been such a noble name. Humans used to think that if you were an Adam you were holy. My father allowed me to pick my name for this ride. I told his parents what I wanted to be named. I wanted my revenge." Abror spits, his fists curling.

"Oh, I believe you think that. But tell me, Sarah... do you even know who you are?" I stiffened. "I'm warning you—" "The chosen one." The words hit me like ice water. My heart stopped. "What did you just say?" He grinned wider, stepping closer. "The chosen one of the prophecy. The one destined to hold both bloodlines. I never thought I'd meet you this soon." My breathing hitched. "You're insane." "Oh, am I?" he purred. "Then tell me, why do you carry the Lunarshade's scent on you?"

He stated that he was simply concerned about it because he knew that many sorcerers in the modern day, couldn't use their powers. “Of course, Lucas has magic, it's more about an issue of choice, I really don't like him using his powers so I never bothered to teach him.” “Do you think that's wise, his powers are all he has and we know Supernaturals' lives aren't really safe.” He probably noticed that I wasn't concerned with all he said then he went to next chapter of his reason for coming over. The ‘us’ part that seemed that give me shivers...and not in a good way.

Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like she was assessing something in her mind. In Layla's curiosity, she went beside Sabrina and read the phrase stated in the book aloud. "Who is the Chosen One? Is it a girl or a boy? You can never guess. However, you can easily identify the Chosen One. You can feel her enormous amount of energy that will make you suffocated when the Chosen One will use his/her power. It will make all your senses shiver in fear. You should fear the Chosen One, as thy power will eliminate your existence in this world. In just a snap of his/her finger, everything will be under control. The Chosen One has no mercy upon provoking his/her emotio