U Are The Chosen One นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He warned, his voice dripping with intent. “I am never going to be ready for this. You claim to be my mate, yet you cannot save me from this situation. I will never be okay with this.” I spat as more tears rolled down my cheeks. He looked at them for a moment, before looking away from me. He shoved his hands into his pocket and said, “You have no other choice. This is your destiny. You are the chosen one by the moon goddess and you will have to do that, which you were created for.” He said in a voice that lacked any traces of emotions.

Silence spread like mist. Then she finished, her tone almost reverent: "And so, I judged. One by one. All who bore his legacy. I saw their choices. Their sins. Their dreams. And now… I stand before the last." Her eyes locked on me. "You are my chosen."

' Blinking back the tears, I mouthed a quick, 'You too. Once the moon hit the highest peak, the chief made his way in front of the girls. "This year is the thirtieth year we celebrate The Choosing. I hope all of you know how brave you all are. I pray you all stay safe, and for the one who finds their beast... know you are blessed." As he moved away from the front, I took a deep breath just as the chief's voice echoed across the open field. "Let the choosing begin!" the sound of cheers came from behind us, as many of the girls eagerly made their way towards that forest. With each step I took closer to the darkness that awaited me, I couldn't help but feel almost lighter.

another added “ since you allowed that demon into your home. You've not let him out. He lives in you.” That is because he's working with Katrienair, the chosen one . Sylvia wished she could say this. She bowed. “ I'd be glad if I'm allowed to explain myself master” “ Explain, you have all the right” the man on the throne said. “ I found the chosen one. The one written in our holy book. The long awaited savior. I found her.” ” her?!“ the congregation echoed.

thoroughfares and hearing the jiffs of the humans. His clan does n’t understand why he wo n’t feed on humans, but he loved them. He loved how dysfunctional, how selfish and indigent they could be. They made him feel normal. He ’d only feed on creatures, sure, he was n’t as strong as he could be, but it worked for him. He knew of the vaticination. He knew his cherished was a wolf. It intrigued him; it piqued his interest. His parents could n’t understand why he was fated for a wolf. They proscribed him from ever chancing his cherished. They said there was no way their son was going to spoil their birth with a wolf. He did n’t know important about the vaticination. His father

She revealed that the convergence was indeed imminent, and the fate of our world hung in the balance. According to the seer, the chosen one would be identified by a unique mark, a symbol etched upon their skin that represented their destiny. This mark would serve as a beacon, guiding the chosen one on their path and granting them extraordinary abilities to fulfill their purpose. As the seer spoke, a mix of emotions washed over me. On one hand, I felt a sense of awe and wonder at the grandeur of the prophecy, understanding the magnitude of the task that lay ahead. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt and worry. What if the chosen one was not prepared for the responsib

“The chosen one has made her spirit known, I have seen and felt her. It is time for you to carry out your promise and find her.” “And what do I do when I find her?” This was the part we hadn’t spoken about, what would happen once we found this ‘chosen one’. A chosen one of great power, stronger than all, one who will rule over the realm. No scroll nor prophecy that I have read, had yet to mention this person, who I have now been told is a female.

"The rejection mark is a rare thing. It is a sign, Ariana." "A sign of what?" "That you are the Chosen One." A chill ran down my spine. "Chosen… for what?" She hesitated, and that silence told me everything. "You already know, don’t you?" she asked gently. I shook my head. I didn't want to know. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. "You are the one fated for the sacrifice," she said finally. "The one who was meant to be offered to the gods to restore balance."

“Now I don’t know what’s going on. But he can’t be my One, Akin. He just can’t.” Akin looks at me, his expression unreadable. “Why not?” he asks, more gently. “Why not?” I repeat, my voice rising. “Because he’s River! Because he’s arrogant, and infuriating, and…” I stumble over my words, not sure how to explain the rest. Akin is quiet for a long moment. Then he says, “Maybe it’s a good thing, Maerilee. Maybe finding your One—whoever he is—will help you. Help the kingdom.”

"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."