Study Guide The Chosen Novels & Stories

I said slowly, my voice barely a whisper. Davina’s eyes widened, just a fraction, but it was enough for me to notice. “Go on,” she urged, her voice sharper than before. I pressed forward, struggling to pull the meaning from the shifting symbols. “It says something about… the chosen one… the one who walks in light yet is born of shadow.” The room seemed to grow colder, a strange tension filling the air. Davina’s face was unreadable, her gaze fixed on me. “Enough,” she said, her voice low. She reached forward, closing the book with a snap.

Chapter 46: The First Choice The forest had gone unnaturally still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as though the trees themselves understood the gravity of what was unfolding. The Hunger pulsed through Sipho like a living heartbeat, relentless and insistent: Choose. Decide. Take what is yours… or be replaced.

“Order is inevitable!” But the wave of choice was not chaos—it was purposeful, deliberate, the sound of existence deciding for itself what it wanted to be. Cole and Lila merged their power with it, and together they reached for the Book of First Choices. The moment their hands touched its cover, they were pulled inside, into the very moment when existence was born.

"So, do we have a chosen one?" "Yes."

“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…

A respected elder said mysteriously, "All of you love worrying about useless things. But if you were really asked to go, not one of you would step forward." A young werewolf turned red and argued back, "Guarding Howlpeak means cutting off all emotions and forgetting the past. It's not that we refuse to go. With so much beauty in this world, could you really give it all up?" "Yeah, exactly." The elder smiled after a moment's contemplation. "If you won't go, someone else will. Why worry so much?" "So you mean a candidate has already been chosen?" "Of course." "Who is it?"

I wasn’t about to tell this goon anything – not even something as unimportant as my favourite flavour of ice cream. “What information is that, you ask?” I stared him down. It didn’t work. “We have long been searching for one of the four Chosen. We left our packs for it and devoted ourselves to this singular cause.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Nod if you understand.” I stayed very, very still. Even as my flesh sizzled like meat in a pan, I held every muscle, every bone, in place. “We believe one of them is here, in this part of the Canadian Realm,” he carried on, apparently undeterred by the lack of audience participation even though he’d been the one to request it.

Soon, he watched the birth of his second body, heralding the beginning of a tumultuous journey in the Genesis worlds and stirring the glorious path of various forces. At this point, the scene froze, and the words “Chosen One” occupied the entire frame, shimmering with sacred radiance.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.

The moment the key touched my palm, the door reacted. The symbol brightened. The humming grew louder. My skin tingled. And the voice spoke again. “You have brought me back.” My breath caught. “I didn’t bring you back,” I whispered. “I was forced” The spine interrupted again. “You were chosen.” My eyes widened. The word chosen echoed in my mind. Chosen by the spine. Chosen by my father. Chosen by the system. Chosen by fate. I took a step back. My mind raced.