Study Guide The Chosen Novels & Stories

She stepped through the gate, the metal groaning shut behind her. The facility door cracked open with a hiss, and cold air spilled out like breath from the grave. Inside, only darkness. She lit a match. Held it to the wall. And watched a mural burn an old painting scrawled by Rafael himself. It showed two girls, faceless, standing back to back. Above them: “The Chosen and the Ghost.” As the flames caught, Ember whispered: “Wrong.” “I’m both.” She dropped the match. The wall ignited. She walked forward into the black.

The possibilities are endless. "Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen one, right? Because of the attention he was giving you? Let this be a lesson for you—we always win. And you, Omega-borns, will always be put in your place."

And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone. "No, no. I can't be out, father. I am going to hurt anyone--" "You are not going to hurt anyone, Adam," he said, stern voice pinning me on the spot. His hands grabbed both my naked shoulders and glared at me. "You will go and find that girl or I will drag her here myself. Choose." He then stood and looked at me, kneeling on the ground. A choice. Both are not good ones. He turned and went to the door of the chamber before he turned to look at me.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

Chapter 36: BloodPledge Mink’s P.O.V As I stood before the members of my pack, their eyes filled with anticipation and hope, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations. They looked to me, their chosen Alpha, for guidance and protection in this tumultuous world we inhabited. It was a responsibility I hadn't sought, but one that had been thrust upon me by fate and circumstance. "Mink," Ruksaar said, her voice bubbling with joy, "I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

She felt a sense of unease, but Zeeb's grip on her arm kept her grounded. "Who are you?" Zeeb asked, his voice firm but polite. The woman didn't respond, but instead reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. She opened it, revealing pages filled with strange symbols and markings. Luna felt a surge of recognition, and realized that this book was similar to the one she had found in the palace. She felt a sense of excitement, and wondered if this woman might hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the book.

Brooke winks just before James pulls her in for a kiss. I sigh, only if I can swallow my pride and go to the Claiming Ball which is held once every year and on the second blood moon in the year, I may just get my mate. During a claiming ball, if you don't find your mate, you can take a chosen mate and claim her. The idea of taking a chosen doesn't sit well with me. I want my own mate, I want to see the woman that Selene fucking created just for me. Taking a chosen mate to me, is just like taking something or in this case, someone that isn't yours.

Please don't go. I looked at him, trying to find the words that would make sense of it all, but all I could see was his face—torn, desperate, like he couldn't understand why I was choosing this. "I have to," I said, my voice breaking. "I have to find them, Dylan. I don't know who I am without knowing who they are."

Once that truth appears, this entire nightmare can end without turning into a war between packs. The air shifts when Agatha begins casting. A sharp prickling crawls over my skin. Her magic is strong. Most witches grow more powerful with age, but Agatha’s strength feels deeper than that. Years spent in a coven have sharpened her control. Countless spells learned. Countless rituals practiced. This spell is complicated. Only witches chosen by the Weavers can perform magic that connects the past to the present. Naomi confirmed Agatha was chosen ten years ago. That knowledge eases some of the tension sitting in my chest.

Then, the man took one of my hands and brought it to his mouth to give me a kiss. It was a display of chivalry, one that I didn't even know how to handle. "I hope your worldview isn't so closed that you can't exceed your expectations," he mentioned, leaving me stunned. "It's the man from the library!" my mind screamed. "I..." "Che sia il nostro segreto, bellissima." "Sapevi chi ero fin dall'inizio...” "Of course, I knew, I had to study the three options I had to add to my family, to the most important woman in my entire life," he replied as if it were nothing, and he approached to give me a kiss on the forehead that left me with a disastrous nervousness.