The Chosen One Novels & Stories

“The savior born of betrayal. When the shadow swallows the sky, the chosen one must unleash the spark hidden in the blood. Only magic can shatter magic.” “Give me a name!” I demanded, shaking her slightly. “Who is this chosen one? Is it a warrior? A witch hiding in the neutral zones?” Elara let out a dry, rattling laugh. “The wolf runs blind in his own forest,” she mocked gently. “The answer sleeps in your own den, Butcher. But you cannot wield the weapon. The chosen one must walk willingly into the dark.” Dropping her back onto the cavern floor, I stepped away from the violet flames in pure frustration.

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.

I sweep my gaze across them again, letting my wolf press against their instincts, forcing them to feel the weight of me. “Someone here believes the Moon made a mistake,” I say coldly. “Believes they had the right to decide who I should stand beside.” A low growl rises unbidden from my chest. “That arrogance will destroy us.” A younger warrior breaks, dropping to his knees. “I swear it wasn’t me! I’d never harm the chosen one!” “Then stand,” I command. “And breathe.” He does, shaking. One by one, I question them. Where were you?

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.

“Is this about the prophecy?” Doctor Shields looks surprised. “How do you know about the prophecy?” He asks. “I have my sources, Doctor.” “So, you know then that one of you is a true born Alpha?” He asks. “What?” I ask. “A son of an Alpha is one of the chosen?” “No, not quite. According to the prophecy, the Moon Goddess Selina will choose some of her children to be born with extraordinary power, and they will lead her children to peace. An Alpha would be among those chosen. Not born from an Alpha but chosen by the Goddess to be an Alpha regardless of his parents’ rank.”

he insisted, and then turned to me "It's up to Khez to decide" they looked at me seriously as they waited for my answer. I looked carefully first in case someone would break down and give a sign "Let's go" I said and chose the left direction. They did the same they followed my choice. I was in the lead and they were behind me Is this really right? As my breath went in the direction I had chosen life got here it was not just a simple choice if not a serious choice of life decision.