The Chosen Novels & Stories

Elara said. Behind them, the Oracle’s voice echoed one last time. "The fire has been lightened. The reckoning begins." As they exit the sanctuary, the ground splits beneath them. A beast of molten flame bursts from the earth, eyes locked on Elara. It speaks one word: "Chosen… The chosen one!" Elara moved Lerder aside, but Lerder also wanted to face the consequences of Loving a chosen one.

"No, Reyana. Visha isn't the chosen one." Klara broke the silence that had enveloped them. "Who then is it?" Reyana asked, hoping they also weren't thinking she was the one, just like Shota thought. "You are the Chosen one, Reyana. Not Visha," Reagan spoke for the first time since he stepped into her chamber. A scoff escaped Reyana's lips, tinged with a bitterness that cut deep. "Not you all, too," She mumbled underneath her breath, but they all heard her loud and clear.

"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."

“Each of your brothers has passed before me and I have sought to infer the will of the new head chief. Your siblings are smaller, weak, older, and less experienced in the battle fight. And he said to me, ‘Look at their image or the height of their reputation. I need a strong warrior. Powerful enough to fight the abomination of hell, fight those vampires and the likes.’ For head chief, Leo sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but he looks on the heart. And sir Leo has chosen any other of your preferences. Knowing this young Damian, every human has evolved from the forefather's chosen destiny. We are all the offspring of the survivors of war. Thus, it is reasonable that w

"Adrian, it seems you truly are the chosen one!" Stevie appeared elated as he approached Adrian. "What do you mean by I'm the chosen one?" Adrian asked. "In addition to safeguarding the Draco Vein, we have another duty—to await the chosen one. The chosen one is the one who commands the Draco Vein," Stevie explained, his gaze firmly fixed on Adrian. Without a doubt, Adrian was that person. After decades of waiting, they had finally reached this day.

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.

We were left speechless. "Finally." Sarah said, breathless. "We did it." Theo said with an exhale. I was short of words. Sarah and Theo looked at me and then I, at them, "What?" "Well you are the chosen one." Sarah smiled at me. "Only you can retrieve it." Theo reiterated.

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.

"I don't care, I already chose you." "But why ... why me?" "Since you're the only person who manages to make my heart move, I've been choosing you since the beginning your family moved to the Blue Moon Pack." "But there are many other women who are prettier, smarter, greater, and stronger than me! Why me?" "Because I chose you, I don't care about faces... intelligence and anything else. You have been chosen by my heart and my wolf." "What if I don't want it?" Jazzy ventured to ask, what would happen if she reject the alpha.

And here it was, at the bottom of the world, held up by the one person who had bled to keep it mine. So I chose. "Yes," I said. "And not because fate says so, not because the law says so, not because a war is coming or a crown is heavy or a child sparked a mark before I was ready. Yes because I looked at every road there was, and every man who wanted me, and every claim ever laid on me, and I want you. Freely. Knowing the cost. Choosing it anyway." My voice broke on the last of it. "I choose you, Hunter Grear. Stand up. Stand beside me."