The Chosen Novels & Stories

“Choose not to hurt anyone.” The figure looked down at its hands. They were covered in cracks of silver light. “That is not enough.” “It is a beginning.” The child stepped forward. His fear had not vanished, but he was no longer hiding behind the throne. “I chose yes,” he said. The Unchosen looked at him. “Then choose again.” The child held out his hand. “Choose to exist.” The Unchosen stared at the offered hand. The darkness beneath the platform surged violently. A terrible voice echoed from within it.

However, if one Alpha decided someone else to fight in his stead, it was expected for the other one to do the same. If Caden were here, he would be a good candidate to fight as Drake's representative. With the rule of no advantageous weapons used, if one of the opponents was not an Alpha, using the Alpha aura was not allowed. But Caden was not present, and the only warrior whose abilities Drake knew was Keith. Drake decided to ask first, "How about you?" "I choose as my Champion…" Alpha Edward made a dramatic pause. "Commander George." Drake needed a moment to process this. What the hell?

he murmured, “your choice isn’t sealed. Destiny has its own ways of unraveling what men declare.” Back in Greyhaven, Henry was still restless, and awake, staring at the ceiling. Harold’s words still echoed in his mind. He has chosen me. He has chosen me. But in the silence of his own heart, Henry couldn’t escape a haunting question: Had he truly chosen, or simply allowed himself to be chosen?

He dragged the chair from his dresser and sat in front of us. “I don’t think you understand what I am saying. The point is, no matter how the attack comes, some people just pass out and die centrally not die. These people, like you and I, Gina,” Jay took my hand and gazed deeply into my eyes. “They call us the chosen. We have great powers and if we gather everyone that’s like you and I, we would be strong and build an empire–”

He looked down, muttering, "We'll just say you're someone I hired to take care of Pauline." So that was the game. He wanted me to play maid for Pauline and Ryan. "No thanks. The dorm's just fine. Beats living with certain eyesores." "Zoe, you better never come back!" he yelled, storming off. He still thought I'd crawl back, begging for another chance. Too bad for him—I was done. The second I took the job in Avenville, I cut that chapter for good. Once I wrapped up everything at work, Luca and I boarded a train. Avenville was fresh, full of possibility. I believed I could give him the life he deserved.

“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

everyone expected me to lead, to sit on the throne and rule over a world that would be in so much upheaval I wouldn't get a break for years. "People have been sacrificing so much already for me and my ideals. I suppose it's not that unrealistic for them to want to see me also sacrifice something for them." I suppose after the fight, if I was still alive I could oversee that nothing was to fall between the cracks in regards to species integration. After a short time I might be able to appoint someone to simply oversee things in my stead. “It’s not about that, it’s about finding the best person, and in the eyes of the lycans at least, you were chosen by the moon goddess herself. People say tha

“I refuse to allow this to be our end.” Kael nodded quickly, his obsequiousness dulling the tip of my temper, but only a little. My pack had been weakened, yes, but not annihilated. The ones who fell had been too weak to bear the vision I held for our future. The ones who stayed—Kael, Mara, and those others—they were my chosen wolves, the seed of which would be the next generation. I drove us deeper, deeper into the wild, out of the eyes and reach of the Ashford Pack. The trees closed around us, the canopy overhead swallowing the moonlight. Like the very ground beneath us conspired to consume us, erase us from the face of existence.

"What you thought is right. I am that. I'm the chosen one from the Moon Goddess, herself." “What?!” Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But.. that's impossible, how come you became the chosen one? The Chosen One always came from prominent Alpha families or at least a Beta who married an Alpha. How did you, an Omega, become the Chosen One?" he asked.

he said matter-of-factly. "You're not going to buy me with that... I wasn't your first choice, Ima was; otherwise, you wouldn't have asked her to accompany you first..." "You're right; you weren't my logical choice," he pointed out without hesitation. "I knew well that you weren't made for this life, but after realizing that you didn't want to take away my position, my power, and especially my place and money, as well as making me the laughingstock of the world... You turned out to be the most sensible choice: you're reserved, no one knows you, and you're not ambitious. I couldn't ask for more."