The Chosen One Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And then there's us, at the very bottom. We're used during celebrations or married off to men chosen by Luna Iris whenever she wishes. But if I become your friend, maybe you'll make me your servant when you become one of the King's favorites." A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "And who told you I want a position beside that man?" "Is there anyone who doesn't want to be close to him?" she asked confidently "Being close to him is everyone's dream. He's the King of Werewolves." I slowly shook my head. Then I laughed softly, closed my eyes, and muttered, "Idiots." The door opened. I slowly opened my eyes. A blonde girl entered. Her eyes were blue, and she looked incredibly arrogant. Her chin was li

"His father chose me. He looked my father in the eye and shook his hand. I am Ronan's fiancée." The words felt like a lifeline I was desperately clutching, the only solid thing in a world that was crumbling around me. I clung to them with everything I had, willing them to be true, willing reality to bend to my version of events. "We might be having some... some minor differences right now, but that doesn't change the fundamental truth. I am the chosen one. Not that freak."

Once that truth appears, this entire nightmare can end without turning into a war between packs. The air shifts when Agatha begins casting. A sharp prickling crawls over my skin. Her magic is strong. Most witches grow more powerful with age, but Agatha’s strength feels deeper than that. Years spent in a coven have sharpened her control. Countless spells learned. Countless rituals practiced. This spell is complicated. Only witches chosen by the Weavers can perform magic that connects the past to the present. Naomi confirmed Agatha was chosen ten years ago. That knowledge eases some of the tension sitting in my chest.

she whimpered with tears about to come out of her eyes. -You are my chosen one, you are what many are saying about you right now: the alpha's chosen one," he revealed, approaching her. -You are crazy. -He sat down on the bed. -You have been mine since the day I saw you, you belong to me. My scent is in your body, you are mine," he said approaching the bed with a sideways smile. -I don't belong to anyone; you are not my owner," she replied, moving away from him, bumping against the headboard of the bed.

"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

I asked him, unable to keep myself quiet any longer. Brown turned and looked at me. “Are you saying that you are the chosen one?” he asked. “Now you are being intentionally stupid,” I sneered. “James is not the chosen one,” Lily said calmly. “The prophecy says the chosen one will be a female.” “Who is it then?” Member Brown asked, fear obvious in his voice. “Oh, I think you already know, Member Brown,” Lily said teasingly. “But here, why don’t I give you another hint. The chosen one is the one you just told to go home and lay on her back.”

"What you thought is right. I am that. I'm the chosen one from the Moon Goddess, herself." “What?!” Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But.. that's impossible, how come you became the chosen one? The Chosen One always came from prominent Alpha families or at least a Beta who married an Alpha. How did you, an Omega, become the Chosen One?" he asked.

“How… Do you know my name?” A low, raspy chuckle spilled from him, crawling along the walls. “You’re not just Jules. You’re the chosen one.” I frowned, shaking my head. “What now?” “The chosen one,” he repeated, his voice steady like it was truth itself. “The one destined to break the curse. To wield the power in that scroll. The one the prophecy speaks of.” I let out a short, sharp scoff. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m just me. No destiny, no prophecy. Just someone trying to fix things.”

A Thalissia who is no longer afraid. I turn around and shift back into my human form. My walk, though slow due to my wounds, is confident and determined. When I finally reach the edge of the forest, my eyes inadvertently fall on my stinging left arm. The freckled woman didn’t just wound me, she carved a clear message into my skin, which will become a scar I can never remove and a lifetime reminder my heart has always known from the very beginning - CHOSEN TO BE BETRAYED. My jaw clenches and my mind and heart scream with rage - You're next to die, King Orvyn!

" And Deborah, who saved your life in the forest? " " If it wasn't for her, Dad... I am sure I wouldn't have escaped death the second time... " " Um... All this pointed to one fact and that's you being the chosen one. " " What does this chosen one stuff mean? " I couldn't stop myself from asking. " It's more like you being a deliverer, Mia... " " Deliverer? But I don't think I did that. " " You think so? " " Yes, Dad. "