The Chosen Ones Book Novels & Stories

— and they were right. I got close to the forefront and my attention immediately shifted to Edwin as I heard the contents of what he was telling my mother. “So witnesses said her eyes were glowing and that she single-handedly slaughtered about 21 Ferals.” I heard him say and I tensed. “The news is spreading fast as the people of the Pack say they found the Chosen One.” Edwin concluded and I saw my mother shoot up from the Throne in anger. She was panting ruggedly and apparently, I had missed a major part of Edwin’s narrative, but then the concluding part was just enough for me to know what he was referring to— who he was referring to.

The journey was filled with challenges, from memorizing spells to controlling power; it had all been overwhelming. Chris hummed thoughtfully, turning a page with deliberate ease. "So I assume not everyone can become a sorcerer," he said, his tone curious, though he already knew the answer. And far more than she could ever guess. She lifted her chin, a quiet pride lighting her eyes. "No," Violet replied calmly. "Only the chosen ones." Chris lifted his gaze from the book once more, studying her with renewed interest. “Chosen ones," he repeated inquisitively, and then asked, "For what?"

"‘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 unacknowledged fear.

Old in a way time couldn’t touch. “You brought her,” the woman said. Not a question. A fact. “I said I would,” Aiden replied, stepping aside so Evelynn was fully visible. The woman tilted her head, studying Evelynn with a mix of curiosity and quiet sorrow. “So you’re the fire’s chosen.” Evelynn swallowed. “I didn’t choose it.” “None of us ever do,” she said softly, stepping closer. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t choose well.” She circled Evelynn once, then stopped in front of her. Gently, she took Evelynn’s hand and turned it over, revealing the glowing mark beneath her wrist.

he explained. “Well, my mind is an open book. Go right ahead.” He chuckled. “I can't read yours. I can't even force myself into it.” “What do you mean you can't read my thoughts?” I asked, turning to him. “Is there something I'm missing?” “It's just because you're the chosen one” he whispered with a smile. I brushed my blonde hair, which kept dancing in the wind, away from my face. “What does me begin this so-called chosen one have to do with any of this?”

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.

“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.”

After some time, she finally spoke softly, "Darren, do you believe that there are chosen ones in this world? I know it sounds quite absurd." She smiled wryly as she rested her cheek against her chest. Lowering her gaze, she continued in a low tone, "However, there are really people like that. They were favored by fate and they were born with everything. Anyone who opposes them will end up in tragedy. No one can stop them. They can do literally whatever they want. "Sometimes, I feel that their existence is really terrifying." She sounded confused, making it inexplicably heart-wrenching for Darren.

"So, do we have a chosen one?" "Yes."

"Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth. Of course, humans don't know because that would cause chaos. However, in the sixties, a scientist discovered our existence and saw us as a threat to the human race. So he created all kinds of formulas and recipes to overpower them. He wrote them in a sacred book. The supernaturals soon came to discover his plans and he, unfortunately, got killed. The book became an ultimate weapon among the supernaturals. Because even supernaturals could use it to overpower everyone. Of course, that's something that no one wants to see. The book has a mind of its own. Since it was created to work against supernaturals, it obvi