Novel & Cerita He Is The Chosen One

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}

He shook his head, as if he no longer wanted the image in his head “Please! You’re the Chosen One!” I stared at him, once again stunned. Had I walked out of the gym and into some kind of modern-day Narnia?! “Nope.” I smiled at him, hoping to convey my sarcasm. He gritted his teeth in frustration. “You’re about twenty years too late! Chosen ones are always teenagers. Probably because they can afford to just skip a few days of school; they still live with their parents, don’t have bills to pay” I waved my hand in the air in a swirling motion, indicating there were several other reasons.

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."

another added “ since you allowed that demon into your home. You've not let him out. He lives in you.” That is because he's working with Katrienair, the chosen one . Sylvia wished she could say this. She bowed. “ I'd be glad if I'm allowed to explain myself master” “ Explain, you have all the right” the man on the throne said. “ I found the chosen one. The one written in our holy book. The long awaited savior. I found her.” ” her?!“ the congregation echoed.

“I feel your pain and wish I could make it different, but you don’t need to be sad. The Goddess has blessed you. The future is bright, April. You are the Chosen One.” Raising my eyebrow in suspicion, I questioned, “Chosen One? For what?” Before I could inquire further, the door swung open. A striking man walked in, leaving me utterly stunned. He was tall and muscular, with the deepest pair of blue eyes and light blonde hair complementing his face. His presence made me giddy, and my stomach danced with butterflies. When he spoke, his voice resonated throughout the room, each word sending a delightful tingling sensation to my ears.

By the time he recovered from his shock, he couldn't help but hastily look at the mass of battle and immediately became exceptionally excited. "He's completely unpredictable and is no different from an ordinary person. However, he is accompanied by a golden glow as he walks. That brat has actually used a short seven days to refine his physical body to perfection." "He is simply a genius." "No, no, no, it should be said that he deserves to be called the Chosen One." Perfect. It was simply too perfect. Anyone would be delighted to see such an image. "From the looks of it, we didn't gamble for nothing. This kid is indeed worth our effort. Not bad, not bad."

"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.

I stumbled back in fear. “Not her, You!” She declared. Everyone turned to look at me and Ariana's face dimmed with gloom. “You are the chosen one.” The priestess said. “That's not possible. She's just an omega. Disregard her.” My father said immediately. “She is the chosen one.” The priestess deadpanned.

"What is this? Let me go." He rose slowly, tall and powerful, his pale skin flawless under an open black silk robe. Muscles defined his chest and abs. Long dark hair fell past his shoulders. He looked like a king from another era. "Elena Hart. My chosen one. You are not leaving. Not tonight. Not ever." I scrambled back against the pillows, heart hammering. "Chosen? You've lost your mind. I've seen you in visions, but this is madness."

The old man, who seemed to be the leader, looked at me with a serious expression. "You have the mark of the Chosen One," he said, his voice low and reverent. "You have been chosen by the gods to wield the power of the ancient ones." I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "What ancient ones? What power?" The villagers exchanged nervous glances, and the old man took a deep breath. "The power to save our world, and yours. You have the ability to harness immeasurable energy, to bend reality to your will."