The Chosen Novels & Stories

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.

Not the ancient version. Not the dark version. Not the child. Auren himself. Elya stared. “Why do you look like him?” The Unchosen smiled. “Because now…” It stepped forward. “…I have been chosen.” Auren's expression became serious. “By who?” The Unchosen pointed at Elya. “Her.” Elya froze. Auren turned toward her. “Elya?” She shook her head. “I didn't choose anything.” The Unchosen smiled. “You chose him.”

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.

"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

They channel chaos into strength. • House of Aphrodite – The Enchanteds: Artists and diplomats. They weave beauty and persuasion as power. These are your main six buildings. Every student is aligned by ancestry or calling. Few remain Unclaimed. Fewer still are Chosen. A chill ran down her spine as she read the last line. “Fewer still are Chosen.” What did that mean for her then? Suddenly a woman appeared from the small balcony above the dining hall's doors. She was tall and fit with a long neck. Her hair was cut into a blunt jet black bob. Streaks of grey framing her face. Her eyes were different. Layla had learned about this in school once.

she says and leaves my room. I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness… “I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

The moment he climbs in and shuts the door the engine is running and we’re already pulling out of the driveway. “So what's going on? I feel like someone’s going on.” I explained. “ Phil has been trying to get in contact with Chad’s parents” Why is he trying to do that? I asked. Because Chad is next in line to take the alpha role with his parents pass away OK, I asked confused

If she’s going… then Orvyn may be there too to support her! My heart flutters. Will I get to see him again? Suddenly,... Loud chatter fills the air, snapping me out of my thoughts. Outside, the Chief Delta stands in the middle of the courtyard, holding a thick stack of cream-colored envelopes. She-wolves aged eighteen and above surround her, excited, anxious, some on the edge of tears. Those are the recommendation letters from Alpha Heath and Luna Mireth for the King Selection Ball. One by one, names are called. Squeals of joy echo. Others leave quietly, their dreams crushed. In the end, only ten are chosen.

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.

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?"