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

I begin carefully, not wishing to betray my true feelings about the matter, "I'm not happy about the Omega either, but that doesn't mean I condone violence against a woman. She's still under our jurisdiction and he isn't. We must do something about it—she's in the running to become a Luna! That grants her protective rights!" "She might be in the running but that means nothing, as you well know." "And what if it does mean something!?" I burst out, the loudness of my voice surprising me, too. "What if she ends up being the chosen one? What would that mean then?" The look he gives me sobers me up enough to step back and clear my throat but I'm not ashamed of my outburst. "I'll look into the mat

I ran my fingers across the symbols in the first line. "The human who becomes a demon has vengeance for a motivation." I read, " He breeds mayhem and destruction. So destruction follows him wherever he goes. To break the curse, the chosen one must emerge, the one whose blood cures all. If he drinks of that blood, he becomes stronger, but if that blood is laid as a sacrifice… the evil one is finally destroyed." Silence followed my words. I was too stunned to speak. "The chosen one…" Jason said, breaking the silence.

" It simply means that the mark signifies that you are the chosen one who will help fight the darkness looming over the Land and threatening to destroy the peace among the supernaturals. Many years ago, there was a prophecy. It stated that the peaceful world of the supernaturals would be plunged into darkness. Blood will paint the surface of the earth ànd different races will go to war against each other. No one will be safe anymore. Amidst the chaos, a chosen one will arise who will cleanse the land of its darkness, eliminating all the evil forces and will forge new bonds between the people. The chosen one will have special powers, a mark of reincarnation will be embedded on her body after

to happen. My chosen one and much-loved son, I control the destiny of those who are born, but I cannot control their decisions or lives. No god can intervene in the decisions of mortals. What could be done is done. Your destiny was to be the chosen one, and it was you chose to accept it. You have the power to guide mortals in decisions, but that does not mean they choose the right one. - Selene I… Calm down. I wouldn't have created your destiny if I hadn't had confidence in success and in you.

The ink still black where the rest had rusted to brown. "This is not a treaty," he said, low. "It is the last ruling the three packs ever made as one, before they stopped speaking to each other." I took it from his hands. The heir of the Moonborn line shall choose one claim and honor it before the rising of the next Blood Moon. Should she refuse the choice, all three claims stand equal, and are settled the old way. "The old way?" I asked. Pell would not raise his eyes. By the door, Mr Silas set the tea down without a sound.

It was said that every one hundred thousand years that a chosen one would be born and that chosen one would live for to keep the world at peace. When the new chosen one is about to be born the old one would die ten years before the birth. It was said that the ten years was for a purging upon the earth, for the humans those ten years would be filled with diseases and illnesses but it was really during those ten years the dark witches would take action and try to find the root of the new one and try to either kill or contaminate them.

She spat and a wave of shock hit me instantly, I didn’t know what to say as my jaw dropped slightly open. “What nonsense are you spitting? He was rightfully chosen by the people to become the alpha so what makes you think you can make him step down?” Talia snapped at her while I was still bewildered by the whole thing. “A lot of ways.” She shrugged nonchalantly while looking around my room for a while before landing her gaze on me. “The whole pack could make him step down since he brought in a stranger, the elders could also suggest that option if he insists on going on with you, whichever the case I have no issue.”

What the fuck had he gotten himself into? He ran his palm over his face as a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "Aldric," Klara's voice pierced through his fog of worry, "Say something," "Uh…" he stammered, his voice rough with disuse. "Who… who is the chosen one?" The question tumbled out. His voice wasn't convincing enough. It was void of the genuine curiosity Klara expected. But she waved it off. Kellan leaned back in his chair, a wide grin splitting his face. "Do enlighten us, Klara," he goaded, barely containing another burst of laughter. "Perhaps you've dreamt of the chosen one? A vision sent by the Moon Goddess?"

And I didn't want to disturb him and so I didn't ask too. I did wonder. But I never wanted to disturb you and so I never did ask. Why....what is going on?" "For years, my family has been tasked with finding the chosen one and then making sure that she is safe and people with bad intentions can't get to her and use her. The chosen one is basically a warewolf that was blessed by the moon goddess. A woman who has a lot of healing powers. I heard that her blood even holds some healing powers but I have never thought that it was true until now. I am the one who's supposed to find the chosen one and make sure that she is safe. That is why my grandfather has never really liked you. It's because he

I replied, my voice trembling. "Things are different. This is reality. Nothing is inherently right or wrong. We do what we do to survive and carry on our race for generations to come," He spread out his arms and grinned, looking like the epitome of a maniac. "And you are going to be one of the chosen ones. You don't know how much glory this will bring to you."