The Chosen Novels & Stories

I watched her get up and check her outfit, and I just watched this woman who’d held my heart for years. I remember the moment I saw her for the first time, I had just come from a high council meeting and was pissed off at what they had the audacity to tell me. Me, an Original, had to choose a mate to procreate our species. The nerve. I’d been careful for almost a century to keep my bloodline pure, and a bunch of old wolves, who hadn’t seen what I’d seen, or lived what I lived were going to tell me what to do? Yeah, good luck with that.

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.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.

“I need to know, who the chosen one is?” "The chosen one is not of our bloodline," he intoned, his words sending a shiver down my spine. "They walk a path separate from ours, yet intertwined with our fate. Seek the one who bears the mark of the crescent moon, for they are the key to unlocking the crystal's power." A surge of realization washed over me, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. The crescent moon, a symbol of power and destiny, held the key to unraveling the mystery of the chosen one.

This also explained why Don had gone all crazy wolf on her when she had lashed out at Arie. “So if I’m just another Chosen, why did they come after me?”Another long pause consumed the room until Don eventually replied, “It’s complicated. You’re not only a Chosen.” His gaze swung toward me and then back to Vanessa. “You are also a Celestial.” Vanessa sighed. “And…what is a Celestial?”

she whispered, voice shaking. Gabriel’s head jerked toward them. All three froze. His face—if it could still be called a face—was stretched, hollowed, eyes completely black. His mouth moved without sound at first—just trembling, just gaping— Then a whisper scraped out: “Chosen…” Emily’s blood turned cold. Gabriel’s body lurched forward, dragging itself across the floor. Shadows leaked behind him like viscera, leaving a dark trail. Adrian rose, pushing Emily behind him again. “Stay back, Emily.”

This confuses me. "Your extraordinary power to control shifters, even to bring them out of humans, proved that you were the special candidate we were looking for. Before now, such an ability was unknown. The prophecy is very vague about it, but we see the truth very clearly, especially after the display you made a week ago. You are not only the last living candidate we know of, but the chosen one. "The chosen one? Is that my position?" I ask alarmed. What does a Chosen One do? Does the Chosen One have to lead an army?

"This is not a dream. You are no longer in your beautiful world, and the chances of you ever returning have dimmed the very moment you refused to cooperate. You must accept that your life has been altered. Meet the challenge before you and die with dignity." "No! I won't do anything you tell me! Take me home right now or I'll kill you with my bare hands!" "Your threats are futile. You were chosen for this. Selected by—" A long, deep boom rang between the trees and the crowd shifted, whispering. The woman stopped and turned, staring in the direction of the sudden moonlight. "He's here," she said breathlessly. "Surrender your life to please him and you will be honored by the kingdom." She turn

"Anyways, let me get to the point of my visit. Mum, you have to choose one of the two. You are suffering and, along with you dad and Harold are also suffering. Dad hasn't genuinely smiled since this has happened. He tries to hide it from me, but I can hear him cry in the evenings when he goes to bed. He misses you so much it's hurting him. I am truly sorry to do this, but I have to ask you, do you want Harold or dad? You don't have to answer now, but you will have to soon. As soon as possible so we can end the suffering of all three of you. Please mum." I had started crying at the last part because I was literally begging her at the moment to choose. I'm not dumb. I know that one of the two

he must be a chosen, i really fucked up, the burly boy thought as he can't help imaging how his fate would be in the future. the chosen are special gifted People that are sent to the arena by their different institute to hone their skills, in the history of battle arena they are the most with kill count, it was believed that they where thought by the institute to see the arena fighters as nothing more than rebels, country betrayers, and hardened criminals that are captured by the country to be used as training apparatus. they came more faster this year and this time around i am the one that looked for their problem, the burly boy thought as he tried to think o