The Chosen One Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elara said. Behind them, the Oracle’s voice echoed one last time. "The fire has been lightened. The reckoning begins." As they exit the sanctuary, the ground splits beneath them. A beast of molten flame bursts from the earth, eyes locked on Elara. It speaks one word: "Chosen… The chosen one!" Elara moved Lerder aside, but Lerder also wanted to face the consequences of Loving a chosen one.

I studied the map intently, trying to remember every detail and storing it to my memory. Azura noticed and she smiled warmly at me, "Do not worry, Theo. You will remember every single detail of it." As if she had stamped it into my memory by just saying so, I nodded back in confirmation. I asked, "How will I recognize the chosen one?" The healer's voice held a touch of mystery. "The chosen one will bear the mark of Lythian, a birthmark shaped like a crescent moon on their right shoulder. They will possess unique abilities and an unwavering spirit."

I stumbled back in fear. “Not her, You!” She declared. Everyone turned to look at me and Ariana's face dimmed with gloom. “You are the chosen one.” The priestess said. “That's not possible. She's just an omega. Disregard her.” My father said immediately. “She is the chosen one.” The priestess deadpanned.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

"Excuse me? Marshall what is all this? What are you talking about? What mark?" "The one on your wrist. That sacred mark. Jay, you're the chosen one. You've alot to do and I advice you do it fast" He walks back to his seat and sits on it. "I'm confused" He just smiles and offers me a drink. "Marshall, honestly I don't need a drink now. What the hell is going on? You're alive and a principal in a school full of humans and you telling me about some purpose and mystery I have to unravel."

I mumbled to Gilliard who’s arm gently wrapped around my back and rested his hand comfortably on my opposite shoulder. “Of course I did… look around Dylan, look how much camaraderie you just created with a single speech. You are our queen, Dylan, not only chosen by the moon goddess, but you’ve been chosen by us too. Humans and lycans are about to follow you to their deaths because they believe in you and what you are fighting for. Don’t diminish their view of you by denying what you truly are to them.” Was he right?

“You have quarters. You are the revered one, she said slowly while chewing. “Even if it seems you hate it.” I groaned at the thought of that. “I don't even know what the chosen one is.” Up till the last festival of lights, having a knowledge of witches was the fastest way to die in my pack.” Daia nodded. “Yeah, it wasn't easy finding your pack, especially you. Everyone thought the white wolf was gone.” “What do you mean it wasn't easy finding my pack? We've always been there. In Eucharia land.” I asked. Daia’s spoon paused midway to her lips. Slowly she brought it down.

. Given that Isabelle is the chosen one, it makes sense that he would seek her as well. I’m sure you’re wondering how I found out about this. Now that I knew for sure that Isabelle was the one selected by the moon goddess, I could see why every gruesome thing on the planet is after her. According to myth and legend, the chosen one is compared to the moon goddess’s warrior and champion, picked to oppose the worst evils. The moon goddess bestows immense magical power upon the selected one, and it is believed that their blood contains the key to unlocking the secrets of the cosmos. The blood of the chosen o

I argued. “Lesson one….” Lucan said as he walked much closer. I could feel his breath against my face, fresher and heavier this time. My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his eyes, but I looked away immediately. “Rowan is the beta. You’re the Luna. Who holds higher power?” I swallowed, then answered. “The Luna,” “Who is?” “Me,” I said. His grin was wide and noticeable even if I wasn’t staring at him.

I didn’t turn to check. This ritual wasn’t something that happened every year. Not even every decade. Most people here had never seen it. The older ones had told stories, sure, but even though they didn’t know what tonight would bring. All I knew was that I had to be here. That I was chosen. That Xaden and I were the center of it all. I didn’t ask for that. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it. My fingers curled tighter under the cloak, nails digging into my palms. The cloak looked beautiful on the outside, but it was rough underneath. It scratched at my skin every time I moved.