The Chosen One Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I see. That certainly isn’t what our books tell us.” “Of course not. Why sully the name of your precious king?” Lucas let out a sigh and went on, “To make a deal with the devil required a medium. A key as a means of opening the gate. A soul to sacrifice. It was called a ‘chosen one’. By all accounts, the chosen one was someone particularly precious to the King. Could you take a guess as to who that could possibly be?” Thinking back to it, I couldn’t recall anyone who was particularly precious to the king. Besides, maybe…

She was about to hug him but Asher avoided her. "What the f*ck, Asher. You can't reject me!" Shelly shouted while crying. "Asher, as the future Alpha of this pack, you need to accept your mate." I turned my gaze at Alpha Julius. He was standing right behind me and he was with Luna Ferran. Behind them were my parents who were confused by looking at me.

I said, my voice breaking. "Hey, I am sorry they did that to you, but look at the bright side. I get the chance to meet you. The bad they intended for you worked out for you good. Now, once I sort everything out, you will be my Luna. My chosen human, Luna," Damien said, and that gave me a reason to smile.

Lisa chirped as she leaned in to give me one last parting smile before striding off toward her boyfriend, Pete Graham—a boy known not only for his intelligence but also for the way he so effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him. Lisa, ever the connoisseur of wit and smarts, always gravitated towards the academically gifted, while I found myself magnetically attracted to the bold, the daring, and yes, to the hottest boys in our school. It made me wonder if my newly ignited persona would ever let me transcend my unassuming nature.

"I just don't know." But as the silence settled between us once more, I felt the weight of what I would soon have to do—a choice that would test everything we'd fought for. And somewhere above, the Moon Goddess watched a silent witness to my fate. Although one thing is for sure I need to do this alone, and that means leaving Dylan behind, and that really sucks, given he is literally the only person I trust right now.

At the center, Alec and Amanda stood beneath the rising blood moon, their forms illuminated in a sinister glow. But this wasn’t a ceremony. Chaos tore through the gathering like a storm. Wolves screamed—some falling to unseen claws, others scattering in panic. Shadows twisted across the crowd. The scent of blood churned my stomach. And then I saw him. A lone figure, standing still amid the chaos, untouched by the storm around him. The moonlight danced across his form, yet he didn’t belong to this world. He radiated a presence that drew every gaze—even from those fleeing or screaming.

"‘No Chosen One shall ever grace your existence, and only your Chosen One can set you free.’ Those were the words. We recited them together, reassuring ourselves repeatedly that they would hold true." Tina Blackwood, the venerable Witch with a lineage that stretched back to the first twilight of magic, sat in quiet contemplation. Her violet eyes, usually so wise, were clouded with thought as she absently traced the intricate carvings on her ornate goblet. “The Chosen One... a myth, a legend, a failsafe. We believed it would keep him imprisoned for eternity, a demon thwarted by the very essence of destiny.” Her voice trembled with the weight of an unacknowledge

Supernatural beings from all over the world were joining, and the supernatural world was becoming more peaceful. "We are making progress," Noah said. Elara, Damon, Luna, Kael, Jaxon, Zara, Leo, Mia, Ethan, and Ava smiled. "Yes." And as Noah continued to lead the alliance, he knew that he was fulfilling his destiny as the Chosen One. He was leading the supernatural world into a new era of unity and peace. For he was Noah, the successor of Ava, the next Chosen One, and he was destined to lead the supernatural world into a bright future.

But she was alive. The man stepped past her like she was nothing more than an obstacle, moving into the room behind her. I held my breath. Waited. Prayed. But… Seconds later, he stepped back out. “There’s no one here,” he said. My heart pounded wildly. Confusion crossed his face. Then… His gaze dropped to my mother. “Where is the chosen one?” The words sent a chill down my spine. Chosen one. That’s what they called me. My mother…

Shouted Aila, embarrassing me. “Yeah! Stop hogging them!” Another girl yelled. I turned away from the guy and looked at Ahiga, who was looking at me with disdain. For a split second, he had a look of betrayal painted on his face before he replaced it with seriousness and returned his attention to my father. “Enough!” The Chieftain shouted at the girls. “This man is Calian, Chieftain of the neighboring Tribe, Paliko.” “Greetings.” Calian spoke, revealing a deep and scruffy voice sending chills down my spine.