The Chosen One Novels & Stories

"Sir, are you messing with me? I'm not buying your cryptic act." Weirdly, that worked. The old man suddenly sat up, snorted, and said, "Young man, who are you calling cryptic?" "Who else? Come on! I'm in my prime. I have supreme-level strength at this age. I'm the Chosen One, blessed by fate, with backing from the nation's destiny and the dragon's vein. "Hell, I'm an absolute monster. And you're telling me I'm done? Screwed? Give me a break!"

She couldn't refrain from asking her, and I also wanted to know the truth. Witch Alana pulls away and confronts my sister. "Ava! I know this might come as a shock to you, but..." She gains approval from Dad before continuing to say, "Starting today, Ada is going to become the chosen one." "Choosen one? I don't understand.". Ava angrily raises her voice.

locked onto me. "The fate of your kind and the supernatural world rests in your hands, Chosen one," he declared in a voice that wasn’t his own. It was deep, ancient, layered with echoes of something far beyond this realm. I froze, my blood turning to ice. "You are the Chosen One, the Pure White Wolf," the voice continued, reverberating through the room. "But you are not ready. You must prepare, or all will be lost." My breath hitched. My heart slammed against my ribs.

a man asked this time. “Well yes, I'm a werewolf—” “Wrong answer!” the second man snapped at Cassandra. “Patience,” the third man said to the second man. He turned to Cassandra and tried to smile. “You're the chosen one. Not just any werewolf. But the chosen one.” Cassandra nodded. “What do you know about the chosen one?” the woman asked this time. Cassandra fiddled with her fingers. “I'm not like the others?” she said, more like asked.

No, he's the one to change, the one to apologize, even though he hasn't done that since. He shook his head. "Nah, you're not ready," he told me slowly. "When you are, you can come to me and I'll finish off with the plan," he said, smiling as he walked up to the door. "I know you'll pick yourself back together and come up with the right choice." He smiled before opening the door. The sound as he walked away resonated with the beating of my heart. I was presented with a choice. I didn't know what to do.

Why hunt a lone wolf with no known rank or history? Unless… Unless he wasn’t just anyone. Liam coughed, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. My chest constricted. “Selene…” he whispered again, like he already knew my name. “How do you know me?” I demanded, leaning closer. His gaze softened. Not with fear. Not with awe. With recognition. “I saw you… in the moonlight. Before I collapsed… I felt you calling.” My throat tightened. The Moon’s Chosen.

The possibilities are endless. "Hm," she says, pouting. "I bet you thought that you were going to be the chosen one, right? Because of the attention he was giving you? Let this be a lesson for you—we always win. And you, Omega-borns, will always be put in your place."

The ticking clock of our survival accelerated, the final seconds of the reboot era screaming in my mind. I had to choose. I could remain the perfect, untouchable Mind and maintain the stability of the world, or I could embrace the forbidden love that had started this war and risk the total collapse of everything we had built. "I am the Chosen One," I whispered, my violet light flaring until it blotted out the sun. "And I choose the glitch." I didn't fight the Administrator with logic. I fought it with memory.

Isaiah said. Adrian smirked, “Pretty fucking cool, right?” My head is reeling. “I guess. All the warriors and ranked members are going to get gifts?” “Yes. At the right time. Of everyone, Thalia is the most impressive. She is the chosen one, though, so I guess it’s fitting.” “Chosen one?” I asked. “Yeah,” Isaiah said. “Goes back to the war discussion we will have later.” “Why not now?” I asked.