Novel & Cerita The Chosen One Book

I said abit scared The page flipped again and started writing "THE KEEPER OF THE BOOK IS PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATIONS TO ONLY THE NEXT CHOSEN ONE WHICH IS WHY I AM HERE TODAY" "So, you think I'm the chosen one" I asked "ONLY THE BOOK DECIDES WHO TO BE PASSED DOWN TO AS THE CHOSEN ONE" "So that's a yes then" I asked curiously "IF THE CHOSEN ONE SHALL ACCEPT THIS GRAND QUEST, SHALL WE BEGIN?" I wasn't sure of the answer to that question... I mean my life is perfect... What more can this book give me that I don't already have??

I suddenly remembered something: "So he created all kinds of formulas and recipes to overpower them. He wrote them in a sacred book." "The book became an ultimate weapon among the supernaturals." "Chosen ones are destined to protect the book at birth for when the time comes." "You Amaya are a chosen one" What if, what if. Jeez no, why am I thinking about this again? The whole story is obviously a big lie. Sighing, I stood up and roughly grabbed the book. I made my way outside to the garbage bin and dumped it in there.

"We accept your proposal." "Good." Nathan nodded satisfactorily and turned to Mila with raised brows. Mila nodded and and Nathan prompted. "Choose your champion." He said. A sinister look crossed Mila's face as her eyes turned to me. "I name Mord my champion." She said. The room gasped at her words, but a sly smile played at the corners of Nathan's lips. "Very well then. And who will be your champion?" He asked me. "I will be his champion." Brian stepped up quickly before I could talk. I wanted to name myself champion, and then Brian beat me to it when he declared himself my champion.

I flipped through the pages, my brow furrowing. Then, I stopped. A passage, highlighted with what looked like dried blood, caught my eye. It spoke of a prophecy, of a “Chosen One,” an elf destined to be mated to a powerful werewolf. Their union, the book claimed, would bring balance to the world, bridging the ancient divide between elves and werewolves. I read it again, slower this time, my heart pounding. “Lucas, have you seen this before?” I asked, pointing to the highlighted passage.

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 himself to provide an explanation. "There is a legend surrounding the chosen one—a woman with extraor

“Liora bears the mark of the Chosen One.” The throne room fell silent, the weight of those words hanging thick in the air.

Soon, he watched the birth of his second body, heralding the beginning of a tumultuous journey in the Genesis worlds and stirring the glorious path of various forces. At this point, the scene froze, and the words “Chosen One” occupied the entire frame, shimmering with sacred radiance.

My breath caught in my throat as a low, ethereal whisper echoed with the wind: “The Chosen One.”

My powers felt like it had grown, a much more satisfying fight than the ones I have been having in the moon goddess' realm. When I spoke, my voice wasn’t entirely my own. "I am the child of the goddess. The chosen one. Who dares to challenge me?" The leader collapsed to his knees. He trembled beneath the weight of my presence, barely able to lift his gaze. And then, his lips parted— "Viktor." So he was behind this. For someone who doesn't want to face me, he has a lot of nerve. Kia’s face flashes in my head and I am reminded that I need to go back home immediately.

Silence spread like mist. Then she finished, her tone almost reverent: "And so, I judged. One by one. All who bore his legacy. I saw their choices. Their sins. Their dreams. And now… I stand before the last." Her eyes locked on me. "You are my chosen."