Was Anakin The Chosen One Novels & Stories

"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."

“That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking,” I whisper. “I swear to you, Mira. It was me.” Her face drains of color. “Why?” she demands, voice sharp, shaking. “Why would you—?” “I didn’t want him dead,” I say quickly, panic rising. “I swear. The dose was meant to weaken him. To delay him. I never meant—” “You poisoned the chosen one of the moon,” she snaps. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

And as dawn broke, Adrian steeled himself for what was to come. Whatever storms lay ahead, he had chosen his truth. And he would fight, until the very end, for the boy who had once walked into his academy as an exile—and who now stood poised to walk into the world as a king.

Philip said but all I did was growl at him threateningly. I wasn't going to back out no matter what. I was going to fight till the end just like James and Annie did. Aliama said some spells directed at me but thankfully non of her spells worked which is something I was thankful for. I didn't want to be a wolf but at this moment I was so glad I was one, the chosen one to be specific , I was so happy that I was immune to her attacks.

Why are they doing this to her? “You are the reason they are dying…” A cold voice resonates around her. The cloaked figure appears in front of her, his glass eye gleaming. She cannot fully see his face but he reeks of tobacco which almost sickens her. “You are the reason why I have to do this,” he whispers. “You are the reason they are dead!” “No…” Anna cannot believe her ears. Her parents are dead because of her? How? Why? What did she do? “You are the Chosen One,” he goes on. “And I cannot let you live. If you live, then I will fail…”

“The chosen one is near, but far away.” The villagers gasped in shock, their faces filled with confusion. Maria stepped forward, her face pale with anxiety. “Who is the chosen one?” she asked. Sello shook her head. “I cannot say,” she said. “The goddess has not revealed that to me. All I can tell you is that the chosen one is close, but not yet in your midst.” The villagers looked around, their eyes searching for some sign of the chosen one. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. “I believe I am the chosen one,” it said.

"Reject her. You said so before, you said you would choose me no matter what." He looked conflicted. But I was holding out hope that he would choose me like he said he would, and if he did, I... I guess I could forgive him. "I, Terry Steuber, Alpha of the Crescent Manes Pack, re..." He didn't get to finish before Kaia cried even harder, she was hiccupping because of the crying. Terry looked at her intensely and then looked back at me. "Shannon, I couldn't do it." He shook his head to me.

That was definitely not what I thought he was going to ask me about. “Uh. Well.” I begin, trying to collect my thoughts. “Honestly I kind of always had an animosity at the idea of having someone out there I was supposed to be with.” I confess. “Ever since I was a little kid, it bugged me that I didn’t have a choice in who I was supposed to love. I grew up with the mentality that it was a curse, not a blessing like most people view it.” I shrug a little. “Then I met Everly. She was smart and collected, beautiful and funny. Even though there was a large part of me that was against it internally from the beginning, I actively chose to love Everly. I decided she was who I wanted to be with. Unti

"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?