The Chosen Novels & Stories

"Grace, I'm turning down your invitation. I already promised Lilith the opening dance." Darian shook off my hand without hesitation and walked toward Lilith. Whispers rippled through the crowd — mocking me for being rejected after asking my own fated mate to dance. But none of them knew how happy I was. Because I had been reborn. I was back at my twenty-second birthday ball. I was the only daughter of the Stone Creek Pack Alpha, and Darian was my fiancé.

A presence tied to wolves, to silver light, to destiny that no mortal is meant to fully understand. Now those stories are standing in front of her. “I am here,” the Goddess continues, her tone neither gentle nor harsh, but infinitely certain, “because you have awakened. Not merely as Queen… but as chosen.” Aria’s heart pounds so loudly she is sure the void itself can hear it. Chosen. The word echoes strangely inside her. Like it does not belong in her mouth. “Chosen…” she repeats slowly, her voice trembling despite her effort to steady it. “For what?”

"What does being chosen feel like?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "It feels like I belong. Like I'm home. Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that being chosen isn't about being perfect. It's about being seen. Being loved. Being wanted."

"Because I love him, which is true. It has always been true even when I was not ready to call it by its name." She waited. "But that is not all of it," I paused. She said nothing… "I came back because dying the first time was the first time I had ever felt chosen," I nodded twice. My voice stayed level and I let it. "I was not chosen as a useful thing, but chosen as something worth keeping. He chose me in his last breath, in a burning warehouse with the fire already in the walls, the poison already in his blood, and no reason left to perform anything." I stopped for a moment. "And I had spent my entire life before that not being chosen. My parents left, but Luca selected me. And that dazzles

he said. "I did not know what I was going to be before this," she said. She said it carefully, the way she said the true things that had been waiting to be said for a while and that she wanted to say correctly. "Not before the bond or before the pack house. I mean before I understood what it felt like to be chosen entirely. I had been wanted before, for what I represented and what I carried and what I was able to do, and I had been needed, which is a different category entirely, and I had been used, which is another category still, and none of those are the same as chosen. Being chosen is the specific act of someone looking at everything you are, including the parts that are difficult and th

“My granddaughter is the chosen one.” Here we go with the chosen one again. “What does that mean?” “It means she is how we win the war that is coming.”

A sly smile crept its way into her reddened lips, her eyes squinting with her smile, “Your highness, we've found the Chosen One.” This seemed to have caught my father's attention as his relaxed sitting position changed instantly, on this information he sat up more properly, leaning forward, “Go on, who are they?” Sasha drew out as though she had the upper hand before the king before she finally answered, “It’s a girl named Diana.” My heart stopped, they were talking about Diana and how she was the Chosen One. What was the chosen one and why did it matter? I may have already heard about this chosen

For now. I slipped the phone back into my pocket, taking a deep breath as I glanced back at the others. They were still busy, but I knew I couldn’t let myself get too distracted. We had a temple to find, ancient prophecies to unravel, and, you know, the usual apocalyptic stuff to deal with. I turned to face the tree line again, my mind still swirling with everything Simone had said. Chosen. That word kept echoing in my mind like some kind of dark mantra. I didn’t feel chosen. I felt like I was stumbling through a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.

he pointed at Skylark, "is the chosen one you've been speaking of?" Moriarty shook his head, trying to dispel any misconceptions. "No, Dimitri! I never claimed she was the chosen one. It was you who misunderstood and jumped to conclusions about the idea of their mate being the chosen one." Sky, who had been listening intently, voiced her confusion. Turning her gaze to Moriarty, she inquired, "What exactly is this chosen one you keep mentioning? I had no idea about any of this." The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Finally, it was Dimitri who took it upon himse

“The chosen one is near, but far away.” The villagers gasped in shock, their faces filled with confusion. Maria stepped forward, her face pale with anxiety. “Who is the chosen one?” she asked. Sello shook her head. “I cannot say,” she said. “The goddess has not revealed that to me. All I can tell you is that the chosen one is close, but not yet in your midst.” The villagers looked around, their eyes searching for some sign of the chosen one. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. “I believe I am the chosen one,” it said.