The Chosen Ones Book Novels & Stories

Us two were always sleeping at each other's houses and it was feeling a lot like that. That is until I noticed Edward get visibly tense while he was reading a book and he looked up at me in a weird way. He slowly passed a book to me and I looked at the passage that he was reading. "It is said that a werewolf/fae will be the end of the war. The war between werewolves and vampires. With the power of hell fire, the chosen one will eradicate vampires once and for all and werewolves will be left to rule the Earth. Human's will stand no chance. A group of people called the Hunters have formed so that they can protect their own kind. The chosen one will have the power to wipe out the whole world an

Opening my eyes, I saw a book with its pages quickly turning over and emitting a red glow which slowly entered my body. Suddenly, my body started burning up, the mark was not hurting me, it was scorching me. As the pain became unbearable, a scream tore from my lips, the chanting stopping. As the book fell back to the floor, I collapsed on the ground clutching my chest which felt like it was burning. With the little energy left in me, I picked up the book and stared at the bold words written on the cover. " The mark of the chosen one."

She felt a sense of unease, but Zeeb's grip on her arm kept her grounded. "Who are you?" Zeeb asked, his voice firm but polite. The woman didn't respond, but instead reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. She opened it, revealing pages filled with strange symbols and markings. Luna felt a surge of recognition, and realized that this book was similar to the one she had found in the palace. She felt a sense of excitement, and wondered if this woman might hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the book.

1921 - Seer "Another fated one has denied his destiny, we remain under Vampire rule for another one hundred years." I peered into the hot liquid and ran a finger down the steaming pot, watching carefully as the ripple expanded. "I fear a repeat of history, the next chosen ones give me a bad feeling, they may not be ready in time."

he pointed at Skylark, "is the chosen one you've been speaking of?" Moriarty shook his head, trying to dispel any misconceptions. "No, Dimitri! I never claimed she was the chosen one. It was you who misunderstood and jumped to conclusions about the idea of their mate being the chosen one." Sky, who had been listening intently, voiced her confusion. Turning her gaze to Moriarty, she inquired, "What exactly is this chosen one you keep mentioning? I had no idea about any of this." The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Finally, it was Dimitri who took it upon himself to provide an explanation. "There is a legend surrounding the chosen one—a woman with extraor

I said slowly, my voice barely a whisper. Davina’s eyes widened, just a fraction, but it was enough for me to notice. “Go on,” she urged, her voice sharper than before. I pressed forward, struggling to pull the meaning from the shifting symbols. “It says something about… the chosen one… the one who walks in light yet is born of shadow.” The room seemed to grow colder, a strange tension filling the air. Davina’s face was unreadable, her gaze fixed on me. “Enough,” she said, her voice low. She reached forward, closing the book with a snap.

“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…

“Chosen one? Who is that? Zenny asked with a curious gaze. “What kind of a prophecy allows people to be killed so brutally? couldn't the goddesses have done something to avert all this destruction? She asked again, this time feeling aggrieved. She told up from where she was seated, roaming around the living room with her hands in her hips. “The goddess will not come down to do things on her own, that's why she has people carrying out her instructions. And this time the chosen one is destined and fates to save his people from supreme one's evil schemes” “But how we are supposed to know the chosen one is, when we don't even have a clue?” Zenny asked, staring at the older woman. “That's because

I could feel the words trying to settle in my heart, but my wolf laughed at them. “They write like cowards who tuck their tails and run at the first sign of something a bit different. We need to find the one who didn’t.” I turned the page and leaned in closer. A crease had pulled the paper tight near the spine, and someone had written into the crack, small and careful, like they’d stolen space from the binding rather than the margin. I had to angle the lantern to be able to see it properly. ‘Not cursed. Chosen.’ My breath stuck in my chest as I read the words aloud over and over again. There weren’t many of them, but they filled my chest with a hope that made me want to grin wildly.

Before he could respond, the room seemed to pulse, and a whispering wind rushed through the chamber. And then… Simone’s voice, echoed in my head as I tried to connect with her so badly. It was a hallow and deep breathed sound. ”The Chosen One must rise or the world will burn.” What does it mean? My blood turned to ice as the voice grew louder, a sinister energy crackling through the air. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, her presence vanished.