The Chosen-fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ryan's wolf growled beside me, but Darius didn't even flinch. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You don't get to choose, Jessica." I slapped his hand away... And chose Ryan. In front of everyone. I thought I had won that night. But I didn't know the war had just begun.

The ticking clock of our survival accelerated, the final seconds of the reboot era screaming in my mind. I had to choose. I could remain the perfect, untouchable Mind and maintain the stability of the world, or I could embrace the forbidden love that had started this war and risk the total collapse of everything we had built. "I am the Chosen One," I whispered, my violet light flaring until it blotted out the sun. "And I choose the glitch." I didn't fight the Administrator with logic. I fought it with memory.

I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed for my phone on my night table, dialing a number. Phone call: "This is rather late, well, early to be calling someone. What is it that you want, Connor?" I rolled my eyes and huffed out. "Shut up and listen, asshole. Our plans are finally coming together. I found the Chosen." "Who? I hope it's not that moronic girl? What's her name?? Sarah?" "No, it's Sierra." "Don't care." I rolled my eyes again. "So is there some other Chosen you've come upon, if not the granddaughter of Torista?"

He said. “But she hates me so why would she choose me?!” I asked as I veered my teary gaze to the Kid. “This is a good thing, Ciril. The Moon goddess chose you because you want no one but you to be her Champion! It’s so dope! I’m friends with the Chosen One—” “That’s enough, Clord!” I voiced at Clord now as I shot up to melt feet.

“He promised me what Matteo never would. A place at the table. My own territory. Freedom from your shadow, Aristide. You… you would never let anyone else breathe. You’re your father’s son.” I saw Aristide’s fists clench. Saw the truth in Carlo’s words dig into him like glass. I touched his arm—subtle, grounding. He didn’t look at me, but I felt the way his tension eased by a fraction. “Cipher gave you nothing but chains,” Aristide said. “And you dragged us into war for it.” Carlo spat blood onto the table. “War was coming whether you wanted it or not.” His gaze flicked to me then, sharp and deliberate. “She made sure of that. The Chosen Bride. You think Cipher doesn’t know what she is?” The

Oh, god, he's going to spiral— "This is a chosen bond," she continues a second too late because my eyes were already wet, so it takes me another second to understand her words. I blink and look at Farrow, he's giving her all his attention, "It's different. A chosen bond is a lot stronger... and permanent. It’s just as strong as a fated mate.” I blink some more and rub the tears off my eyes. This is starting to sound too good to be true.

“I won’t be Luna here either. I’ll have to go to another pack to be made Luna.” “Fiona, the only way you would be made Luna is if your mate happens to be an Alpha, and only a few Alphas have rejected their fated mates over the years. Being a chosen mate of an Alpha is very, very rare. Even if their mate dies, typically an Alpha will wait for his second chance mate, instead of taking a chosen mate. We’re stronger with our fated mate than a chosen.” Alpha Joseph stated. “You never know. An Alpha could choose me.” Fiona said flatly.

"About destiny. About universal plan. I don't know if any of that is real. If any of that exists. What I know. What I believe. Is choice. We chose. Every day. Every moment. Every challenge. We chose each other. Chose family. Chose love. Chose differently than we could have. Differently than we were expected to. Differently than seemed possible. We chose. That's what created this. Not fate. Choice. Consistent. Daily. Difficult. Choice." "So we're not special?" Elena asked from Florence. "Not destined? Not meant to be? Just. Random? Lucky? Accidental?" "You're not accidental," Sienna said firmly. "You're chosen. Intentionally. Deliberately. Wanted. You're the result of choices we made. Choices

The title read 'Tales Of The Mates" and the the book itself contained the real stories of the fated as well as chosen mates of the past Alphas. I had already read more than half of the book and I must admit that it was getting on my nerves now. Out of all the entries I have read so far, most of the happy endings were of the fated mates. Mostly, the male Alphas who had fallen in love with someone who was not their fated mate went ahead to make them their chosen mate with a promise to reject their fated once they found them. Unfortunately, such couples only led a peaceful and happy life until one of them found their fated mates.

“My bad.” Victoria sighed again. She’d finally given up on trying to fight me. I could hear her rubbing her eyes through the phone. “A fated mate,” she said gently. “Is different than a chosen mate. It is someone who the universe has destined you to be with. People who are with their chosen mates are said to be able to awaken their deeper, more wonderous powers.”