Was Anakin The Chosen One Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but also laughed with excitement. Who would have thought that Alex is the chosen one and the child of Leia and Alexander Vermount? That girl managed to hide her powers for years. I know something strange about Alex, even when she was little. And now I know because she is the chosen one. I couldn’t wait to bury the silver sword in her chest. Soon, my Lord Invictus will rule the entire world and I will be his next in command. All werewolves will be looking up to me. Bwahahaha.

But he had the support of all the previous Chosen Ones, the blessing of the Moon Goddess, and the love of his pack. For he was Lucas, the successor of Sophia, the next Chosen One, and he was destined to lead the supernatural world into a bright future. The legacy of the Chosen Ones would continue, generation after generation, ensuring that the supernatural world remained peaceful and prosperous for all eternity. And as the last rays of sunlight faded and the first stars appeared in the darkening sky, Lucas made a silent vow to himself and to all those who had come before: He would be worthy of the legacy. He would protect the light. And he would ensure that the story of the Chosen Ones conti

No matter how much I wanted to attack him at this moment, I needed to listen to what he had to say. "He was the one they trained. The one they polished for the throne. Alpha. Glory. Legacy. Me? I was the afterthought. The second breath. The extra heartbeat. I failed one test. ONE." He yelled. “And they decided not to need me anymore. They decided that I wasn't useful.” He stepped closer and I stiffened. "So you turned on them? You caused all of this just because you weren’t chosen?"

And spoke. Its voice was empty. “You were never supposed to exist.” The ancient being shook his head. “I was the first choice.” “No.” The Unchosen raised one hand. “You were the first refusal.” The ancient being froze. Auren looked between them. “What does that mean?” The Unchosen turned toward Auren. “You chose existence.” Auren nodded slowly. “Yes.” “And something else refused it.” Auren's expression changed. “Something else?” The Unchosen pointed toward the ancient being.

“And what exactly am I? Because so far, all I know is I’m some cursed mate to four overbearing alphas with secrets.” Lucian’s eyes darkened. “You’re not cursed. You’re chosen.” The words settled over me like a weight. Chosen. It sounded like a blessing, but from the way Kael’s jaw clenched and Ronan’s fists flexed, it was anything but. I stepped back until my shoulders brushed the cold glass. “Chosen for what?” Kael answered this time. “For the prophecy. For the unification.” I shook my head slowly, half laughing again. “No. Absolutely not. You’re not dragging me into some ancient fairy tale.”

“Liora bears the mark of the Chosen One.” The throne room fell silent, the weight of those words hanging thick in the air.

She kneeled and reached out to touch my face, but her hand stopped in midair, shaking badly. “You said you didn’t blame me… You said it…” I wanted to hold her and say, “Bella, I don’t blame you. I never did.” But she couldn’t hear me anymore. None of them could. I died on my sister’s sixteenth birthday. Perhaps the witch’s prophecy from the very beginning was about the wrong one.

And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone. "No, no. I can't be out, father. I am going to hurt anyone--" "You are not going to hurt anyone, Adam," he said, stern voice pinning me on the spot. His hands grabbed both my naked shoulders and glared at me. "You will go and find that girl or I will drag her here myself. Choose." He then stood and looked at me, kneeling on the ground. A choice. Both are not good ones. He turned and went to the door of the chamber before he turned to look at me.

But still, I prayed I was wrong. “Calantha,” she said finally. Her name shattered through me like glass. My knees weakened and my chest collapsed into a hollow pit. I could barely breathe. “Luna Calantha is the chosen one.”

"‘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.