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

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?

She continued reading aloud. "If the Chosen One is a hybrid, she will lead all races, including demons and beasts. Everyone must submit themselves to the Chosen One in order to live. Those who are against the Chosen One will find a way to kill him/her. They will form an alliance between all races just to kill the Chosen One." Layla looks at me, puzzled. I know what was running through her mind. She was thinking the same thing as the others. They thought, what if I am the Chosen One?

the king asked, steering their discussion back to its previous route. "I had told you that the chosen one suffers despite the so-called respect people claim to have for her. She was still in chains by the hands of the elders, who deemed fit to do as they liked with her, while the supreme being turned a blind eye." He looked each of them in the eye as he continued his narration. "The Chosen one's blood has special properties. Anyone who drinks it becomes stronger than before, giving up control towards his body. But by every drop of blood she spills, her life span reduces drastically."

“There can’t be two chosen ones. The moment one dies, another one will be born from a different lineage. Could be a thousand years later or maybe more. No one understands how it works.” “So the last one is dead? What could’ve killed a being this powerful.” “The person the chosen one loves is their one weakness. Any injuries inflicted by that person lasts longer and if the person actually kills the chosen one, the chosen one will stay dead.” “Why did you guys decide on creating a being like this?” “It’s for fairness. If something happens that makes the celestials up there turn on the people down here, that celestial is closer to you here and will be able to fight for you guys here.” Astrid st

“Chosen one? Who is that? Zenny asked with a curious gaze. “What kind of a prophecy allows people to be killed so brutally? couldn't the goddesses have done something to avert all this destruction? She asked again, this time feeling aggrieved. She told up from where she was seated, roaming around the living room with her hands in her hips. “The goddess will not come down to do things on her own, that's why she has people carrying out her instructions. And this time the chosen one is destined and fates to save his people from supreme one's evil schemes” “But how we are supposed to know the chosen one is, when we don't even have a clue?” Zenny asked, staring at the older woman. “That's because

Then she stepped toward Celestina. “You’re right, head chief, this is a catastrophe. And this young bitch wants to control everything, including the mixture for our longevity, because that’s the way her grandmother always handled problems in the past and it's time to end their evil-doing.” Murmured the healer as she leaned over Celestina and gently tapped her chest looking for a suitable entry point. “...But a problem can also be a chance. If we handle the crisis carefully enough, we can take a step forward. Our species may eventually be able to rise from hiding and see the sun again.” Lifting her chin, she stopped inspecting her chest and looked at her for the last time. Then the healer low

"I'm already sitting, and your stalling. Can you please just tell me?" "He fucked the new Chosen One," Sara snapped, "as in the one that is supposed to help mankind at the End of Days. As in THE Second Coming. The "you-know-who" from the "you-know-where". Need I go on or do you get who I'm talking about." No… "She's crazy tall, has a bunch of red hair is from a family of seven sisters. Apparently, she's also a woman that can purify demons and send them to heaven. Which is new and terrifying, let me tell you. Was not expecting that when I woke up this morning. Yes, I'm one hundred percent certain that the Chosen One is the woman who's riding your dead fucking corpse, by the way. And your belo

"And why would you tell me what to do?" "Sarah, just try and listen for once." "I don't listen to deflectors." She hissed and kicked a stone. "There's no need to be so raunchy, Sarah. Just sit." A vein was now showing on his neck. "Me? Raunchy? Oh no you didn't just-" "Enough!" I finally had it and screamed making them both look at me. "I'm the chosen one! It's me!"

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

Things had escalated far beyond my grasp and Rebeccsa and my parents weren't making them any better. In fact they were adding fuel to the flames. Their revelation was shocking to say the least but their point was solid. I was next in line to be leader of the pack. Having a human mate would spell weakness to our enemies. I had hoped to be able to turn her but the fact that she wouldn't survive the transformation came as a blow. And now to discover that she wouldn't be able to bear me children as well I had no choice but to agree with their terms.