The Chosen Ones Book Novels & Stories

was there? She looked back at the map, and read the word at the bottom of the piece of paper. "THE CHOSEN ONE." Her father told her about those people that referred to as the "Chosen One" some years back. Hundreds of years. They are all guided by the gods and are always exceptional. She went straight home to meet her father in his room. He wasn't in his room. He was in the conference room with his chiefs, chief priest, and other eminent people in the kingdom and the neighboring kingdoms and villages.

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.

Certainty’s book hovered above their head, its pages turning on their own, revealing the first choice ever made—the moment when existence decided to be something instead of nothing. The words on the page glowed with absolute power, and as Certainty’s stone hand reached for it, reality itself began to shift. Worlds that had chosen peace began to prepare for war. Children who had picked up books dropped them for weapons. Scientists who had shared their discoveries locked them away. The single fixed path was taking hold, and there was no turning back unless action was taken now.

Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like she was assessing something in her mind. In Layla's curiosity, she went beside Sabrina and read the phrase stated in the book aloud. "Who is the Chosen One? Is it a girl or a boy? You can never guess. However, you can easily identify the Chosen One. You can feel her enormous amount of energy that will make you suffocated when the Chosen One will use his/her power. It will make all your senses shiver in fear. You should fear the Chosen One, as thy power will eliminate your existence in this world. In just a snap of his/her finger, everything will be under control. The Chosen One has no mercy upon provoking his/her emotio

“This scroll book contains history of what you would not believe at all” Fleki tells him as he goes through the pages, Edward also looks keenly and what he sees shocks him. The book was entitled The legend of the chosen with so many names of ancient kinds of people who served as the chosen. It was even more interesting when he sees names that did not come from his tribe. “Ever heard of such kind of names?” he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished.

Lillian sat in the dimly lit library, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the ancient pages. The words blurred together as her mind raced. "In the time before kings and wars, before the first Lycan took his throne, there were the Chosen. And among them was the one who bore the mark of the moon—the first to awaken." Chosen. The mark of the moon. She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Aedric watched her from across the room, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had given her the book, given her the truth, but the weight of it pressed against her like an iron chain.

"You are the chosen one. The one who was born to protect the ruler. Bow to the chosen one, the fairest divine." I huffed. This has to be some kind of joke. "I'm sorry but you've got the wrong person," I dismissed them as I made my way out of their midst, expecting them to also find their way. But surprisingly, not one but all of them began chanting like they were some sort of cult, "All hail the chosen one. The one who was conceived to bring peace to the nation. The fairest divine. " What was this? I began running in the opposite direction to get away from them, but it was as though the more I ran, the closer they were to me. Even while I closed my ears with both hands, it seemed as though t

This confuses me. "Your extraordinary power to control shifters, even to bring them out of humans, proved that you were the special candidate we were looking for. Before now, such an ability was unknown. The prophecy is very vague about it, but we see the truth very clearly, especially after the display you made a week ago. You are not only the last living candidate we know of, but the chosen one. "The chosen one? Is that my position?" I ask alarmed. What does a Chosen One do? Does the Chosen One have to lead an army?

The mark on his skin—the mark of an enemy pack. I remembered standing there, knowing exactly what he was… and choosing to save him anyway. I had gone against Alpha Alec. Against the pack. Against every rule I had sworn to follow. And I would have done it again. When it had to do with saving lives, it wasn't about packs for me. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if I did the right thing. Because since Anton arrived, nothing had felt normal. Strange things had kept happening. Things I couldn’t explain. Things that made my chest feel tight even now.

he murmured, “your choice isn’t sealed. Destiny has its own ways of unraveling what men declare.” Back in Greyhaven, Henry was still restless, and awake, staring at the ceiling. Harold’s words still echoed in his mind. He has chosen me. He has chosen me. But in the silence of his own heart, Henry couldn’t escape a haunting question: Had he truly chosen, or simply allowed himself to be chosen?