What Happens When You Mess With A Chosen One Novels & Stories

“Wow the Military goons were sent after you and Gabriel? I can’t even imagine what that was like? Are you okay? Did they experiment on you? I heard rumors that’s what they do there.” Jasmine shook her head. “No…I did have a talk with Lucifer though.” Xavier nearly spat out his drink. “The devil himself?” Jasmine nodded. “Turns out he doesn’t want to kill me. He wants to use me to decide the end of humanity. Apparently I’m the Chosen one.” “Jasmine…” Xavier sighed as she looked down then smiled to stop his worry. “I’m fine.” Xavier shook his head. “How could you be? That’s way too big to be placed on your shoulders, Jasmine.”

And that’s how I ended up with Drake and Calvin, while Dana is with Nori and Leon. Dana and I might have the same face and last name but that pretty much ends all our similarities. When we were born one of the most powerful mages in the land visited us and she had chosen Dana as a successor. It was a great honor to be “The Chosen One” and be deemed as the next successor in our Society. But from my point of view, it was more of a burden to be “The Chosen One”, than of it being a gift.

They all looked like they just bowed a sign that they understood that Liem was the one who had been waiting for him to be the Chosen One. "What do you mean by the Chosen One?" Asked Liem who looked confused and asked the Angel Ropel. "You are the Chosen One who has been directly chosen by God" Said the Angel Ropel to continue his words. "Within a few thousand years God will choose from the Human faction to become the Chosen One like your Ancestor, namely the King of Two Horns" Said Angel Ropel echoed. The nine people looked surprised but looked down at the conversation between Liem and the Angel Ropel.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

“We will do what Moonspire could not expect. They can stand force against force; they cannot stand cunning against their hearts.” He lifted a hand, and the torchlight slivered over the intricate scar that ran along his forearm — a crescent-quarter ribbing carved into flesh and tattooed with ink from the darkest wells. It was not an ornament but a record: the proof of the lengths he had gone to craft alliances with ghosts of the past and call on talents long regarded taboo. “Our first move,” he said, “is not battle. It is theft. Not of arms, or prey, but of choice. We will steal what makes that Chosen One dangerous: the people who sustain her commitment.”

"What would you have wanted me to do instead?" Silence. One of the warriors behind him made a very small sound. Quickly stopped. Kael looked at me with the expression of someone who had been handed a situation their usual responses didn't fit. He wasn't used to being cut off mid sentence. That much was obvious. And he wasn't used to someone standing in front of him looking completely unbothered about it either. He looked down at Theo. Without saying anything he reached down and picked him up, settling him against his chest easily, like he had done it a hundred times. Theo put his head straight on his uncle's shoulder and wrapped both arms around his neck like that was exactly where he was su

Supernatural beings from all over the world were joining, and the supernatural world was becoming more peaceful. "We are making progress," Noah said. Elara, Damon, Luna, Kael, Jaxon, Zara, Leo, Mia, Ethan, and Ava smiled. "Yes." And as Noah continued to lead the alliance, he knew that he was fulfilling his destiny as the Chosen One. He was leading the supernatural world into a new era of unity and peace. For he was Noah, the successor of Ava, the next Chosen One, and he was destined to lead the supernatural world into a bright future.

There were indeed some things that some people could not understand in their whole lives, while some people could master them as easily as cutting vegetables. This was called fate, or luck. The figure had experienced this before he died, so there was no need to be surprised. However, as Samuel had just brought out Seven Era Spiritual Monkey and now blocked with Emperor You, the figure deeply understood one thing. One thing might be luck, but two or three could no longer be explained by luck. This was fate! In other words, it was the chosen one. But what about the chosen one? "Now that I'm dead, what's the point of whether the world wants me or not? Why should I care about the f*cking Chosen

Antony would not be able to accept that. On the other hand, Paxton chuckled and said, “If Zayn were to die fighting Adam, it would mean he was not the chosen one. The chosen one will not die so easily.” Upon hearing that, Antony was slightly anxious, but he felt it would be inappropriate for him to comment further.

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?