Study Guide The Chosen Novels & Stories

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

He stood there frozen. In my rush, I bumped into someone just outside the shopping complex. "Sorry, I—William?" "Zoe! What a coincidence. Just got back and ran into you. Talk about timing." He pulled a dress and a model toy car out of his case, handing them to me and Luca. "Picked these up in Luxoria—hope you like them. Oh, and there's something else for you two." *** He handed me a small, flat box. Godiva chocolates?

Her wedding veil hung low over her face, and her head was bowed as silent sobs shook her shoulders. Her tears had soaked the front of her ceremonial dress, and the fabric clung to her like sorrow itself. My heart ached at the sight. I quietly walked over and knelt beside her, speaking in a gentle whisper: "Dear... why are you crying? Being claimed is supposed to be a joyful thing." But she didn't even glance at me. I hesitated, then opened the small pouch I carried and fumbled through its contents until I found the little armor charm I had made during the flight.

If Shaman Gideon can help her, she will be a proper she-wolf, with her wolf. Before leaving Travis's office, Talia reached into her bag for the book that Travis gave her to read. "I finished with this one and I was wondering if you can give me what comes after this." "Do you want to read more on this topic, or would you rather expand to something else?", Travis asked. "I really don't know.", Talia responded honestly. "I am curious about everything so I will be grateful for any recommendation."

"Excuse me? Marshall what is all this? What are you talking about? What mark?" "The one on your wrist. That sacred mark. Jay, you're the chosen one. You've alot to do and I advice you do it fast" He walks back to his seat and sits on it. "I'm confused" He just smiles and offers me a drink. "Marshall, honestly I don't need a drink now. What the hell is going on? You're alive and a principal in a school full of humans and you telling me about some purpose and mystery I have to unravel."

I still need to go to the library and read a bit more about the community and their standard before my decision get to be final, good thing they gave us the name of the place" I said " what do you need to read about?"asked Maggie who had went back to her shell after being snapped at " I want to know their past histories, like their goods and bad, you know it a life or Death matter. so I need to be careful when coming up with a decision" I said " everybody thought about it thoroughly and are already up to a decision but trust you to come up with studying history just to come up with a simple decision" Maria sneered as she rolled her eyes

Lifting her head up to readjust her hair she saw it drop on the glass mirror of the wall a sign made with blood touching it she felt an immediate sting to her right for finger a trickle of blood and the letter appeared in front of her looking around In fear to see if anyone had witnessed what happened she picked it up and read it’s content “The chosen one you are reading this… it means you have gotten my message I will kill you not before I drain the life from that pathetic human father of yours just like I did for you dear dear mother I alone shall be chosen…..I am coming for you. Halaaaam Manan Salim tako heiy layo ssani bpartri danko’s!! Translation: The willow three at the Nile is nigh a

I said slowly, looking back at Chaos, “then all of this—” My breath caught. “—it’s not a coincidence, is it?” Chaos didn’t hesitate. “No.” The word landed like a stone in still water. Nothing about this was random. Nothing about this was chance. I clenched my fists. “Then why me?” I demanded. Not out of weakness. Not out of doubt. Out of anger. “Why was I chosen?” Chaos’s expression softened—not with pity. With something older. “You were written.”

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?

was there? She looked back at the map, and read the word at the bottom of the piece of paper. "THE CHOSEN ONE." Her father told her about those people that referred to as the "Chosen One" some years back. Hundreds of years. They are all guided by the gods and are always exceptional. She went straight home to meet her father in his room. He wasn't in his room. He was in the conference room with his chiefs, chief priest, and other eminent people in the kingdom and the neighboring kingdoms and villages.