He Is The Chosen One Novels & Stories

Gabriel's voice echoed around me, as small growls followed his words. Once done, the blade was pointed towards me. My hands shook at my side as I gazed up at Gabriel. As if sensing my fear, Gabriel's hand gripped my own before bringing it closer to him. Taking a deep breath, I kept my focus on his eyes. The feeling of something hot shot across my palm, as a slight stinging sensation ran down into my wrist. Flicking my eyes down, I watched my blood pool out of the cut. Guiding my hand towards the bowl, I copied Gabriel's actions of squeezing my hand into a fist. Watching my blood drop down into the pan and mix with his, I felt the pressure build in my mind. It was like a hummingbird was flutt

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?

She kneeled and reached out to touch my face, but her hand stopped in midair, shaking badly. “You said you didn’t blame me… You said it…” I wanted to hold her and say, “Bella, I don’t blame you. I never did.” But she couldn’t hear me anymore. None of them could. I died on my sister’s sixteenth birthday. Perhaps the witch’s prophecy from the very beginning was about the wrong one.

“How… Do you know my name?” A low, raspy chuckle spilled from him, crawling along the walls. “You’re not just Jules. You’re the chosen one.” I frowned, shaking my head. “What now?” “The chosen one,” he repeated, his voice steady like it was truth itself. “The one destined to break the curse. To wield the power in that scroll. The one the prophecy speaks of.” I let out a short, sharp scoff. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m just me. No destiny, no prophecy. Just someone trying to fix things.”

She started walking back inside the wooden house while I followed, then came Stefan. "You have something for me." She said to Stefan, settling back on the mat. I felt Stefan's cold hand on mine, and I assured him that everything was fine. He then started.. "थे चोसेन ओने इस योउर् मते. (The chosen one is your mate) शे विलल सवे हुमन्स (She will save humans) I गवे हेर पोवेर्स (I gave her powers)

He nodded sternly and said, “According to the laws of nature, that should be the case, but it’s highly possible that Zayn is the chosen one of this generation. He could very well reach the invincibilis state before the age of 35.” Upon hearing that, Antony’s eyes widened in surprise, and he said in slight astonishment, “What? Is Zayn the chosen one of this generation? Paxton, that can’t be true, can it? Didn’t you mention that the chosen one will only come once every millennium? If that’s the case, the chosen one has already come for this millennium, and it’s Erik, the most powerful man in the club’s world. How can Zayn possibly be the chosen one?” Paxton shook his head and said, “That’s onl

He warned, his voice dripping with intent. “I am never going to be ready for this. You claim to be my mate, yet you cannot save me from this situation. I will never be okay with this.” I spat as more tears rolled down my cheeks. He looked at them for a moment, before looking away from me. He shoved his hands into his pocket and said, “You have no other choice. This is your destiny. You are the chosen one by the moon goddess and you will have to do that, which you were created for.” He said in a voice that lacked any traces of emotions.

Olivia’s POV “Like I said earlier, you are the long-awaited Chosen One,” he dropped the bombshell. “Chosen One…” I repeated, unsure of how the words sounded in my ears. “I know this might be a lot for you to take in right now, and you might find everything confusing, with more questions in your mind than answers,” he spoke as if he could read my thoughts. “You just need to rest and recover properly from your first shift. I will ask for food to be brought to you, and the healer will examine you further to ascertain that everything is fine,” he reassured.

The man nearest to me grimaces as he tries to get out of bed. "No, no, no, stay in your beds, please. I'm coming to you all so no need to get up." I say, hurrying to him. He's older than all of them in the room. He looks about Pop's age. I arrive by his side and he grabs my hands with both of his. His hands tremble as he tightly holds mine up to his face as if he wants to be sure if I'm real or not. "You-you're among the chosen ones? You're the chosen one of House Howell!?" He asked like he couldn't believe if what he'd been hearing was the truth and wanted to confirm for himself.

What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He ran his palm over his face as a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "Aldric," Klara's voice pierced through his fog of worry, "Say something," "Uh…" he stammered, his voice rough with disuse. "Who… who is the chosen one?" The question tumbled out. His voice wasn't convincing enough. It was void of the genuine curiosity Klara expected. But she waved it off. Kellan leaned back in his chair, a wide grin splitting his face. "Do enlighten us, Klara," he goaded, barely containing another burst of laughter. "Perhaps you've dreamt of the chosen one? A vision sent by the Moon Goddess?"