Was Anakin The Chosen One Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No, Reyana. Visha isn't the chosen one." Klara broke the silence that had enveloped them. "Who then is it?" Reyana asked, hoping they also weren't thinking she was the one, just like Shota thought. "You are the Chosen one, Reyana. Not Visha," Reagan spoke for the first time since he stepped into her chamber. A scoff escaped Reyana's lips, tinged with a bitterness that cut deep. "Not you all, too," She mumbled underneath her breath, but they all heard her loud and clear.

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 mischievous old Gabriel seemed to be gazing back at me, and for some reason, I couldn't help the smile that graced my face. Clearing my throat, I shook my head. "Can someone please tell me what happened last night?" Turning to my father with wide eyes, I liked my bottom lip. "Who was chosen? I had seen a lot of wolves last night, and I'm sure one of them ran after Lee-Anne." Father's face fell. "That's the thing, Anna." He whispered. "You were chosen." Confused, I turned my attention back to Gabriel. "Then why didn't you take me?"

“I built the core.” “I wrote the first code.” His eyes sharpened, glowing faintly. “And I’m the one who saved Nathan’s life.” Alina’s chest tightened. “Why? What do you want from us?” He stepped closer, unhurried, confident. “I want you.” The ground—if it could be called ground—cracked beneath her feet. “You’ve been chosen, Alina.” “Nathan was only the beginning.” Her breath caught in her throat. “Chosen for what?”

“Davis, didn’t our lecturer teach us that?” Anna asked. “Anna, they only talked about the chosen one and how the prophecy said that the chosen one would be a female. She would choose a king to rule with her and they are the peacemakers,” Davis said. “I learned the same thing,” James said.

“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.

He wants to become something the people around him would have never thought or imagined he could become, most especially, the Elders. Once he turned eighteen, they assigned the role of a watchman to him, and even though he wanted to become something more than that, he knows it was the only thing they could offer him in their coven. But then his uncle, Elder Donovan, told him about the coming of the Chosen One, someone who would come to save the world and redeem them—someone powerful enough to overthrow the Elders. Sage knows that the world is not normal with his kind in it, and so, he readily accepted the task his uncle gave to him and already accepted whatever consequence it would bring to

Darukï said, not waiting for the king to comment. "My sister, the one who came after me, was selected to be the Chosen One. To the Allikans, that is a very high position to a female, and most females aren't treated right in there. But the truth was, while it's true that the Chosen one must be treated with awe and respect, she still suffers, secretly." "What do you mean?" Wazir asked, curious. "The chosen ones come from a specific bloodline. Because their bloodline has attributes that work well with our supreme being."

“If this is some mistake… I’m not who you think I am. I’m not anyone important. I was just running. I was trying to escape.” One of the men stepped forward, kneeling on one knee with his head bowed low. “Luna Lena… You were never just anyone. You are the chosen one. The Moon Goddess never makes mistakes.” Chosen? I blinked rapidly, my throat going dry. This was getting worse by the second. “I don’t understand. I’m not a Luna! I don’t even have a pack anymore!” My voice cracked at the end, and I didn’t even care how desperate I sounded.

Everyone bowed once again in respect. Behind him stood Kyle, who had been by his side since childhood and whom Alexander had appointed as his beta the very moment the king's eyes had closed forever. Taking a step forward, Kyle spoke in a low voice."Messages of loyalty have arrived from most of the packs... As for those who refused, we have already sent the armies as you commanded, my King." A cold smile appeared on the King's lips, and he remained silent. ******************* Inside the Silver Crescent Pack Golden rays of sunlight slipped through the branches of the Silver Crescent Pack's forest, painting warm patches across the green grass.