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

He says worriedly. “Like what?” Ryna asks. “She could have something like schizophrenia. The voice in her head concerns me. But it could have something to do with the curse of the Chosen. I don’t know.” He says as he starts pacing the room. “Goddess, for all I know, all the Chosen from the previous generations had schizophrenia,” he says, throwing his hands up in frustration. “The council getting rid of everything has really screwed us.” He says angrily. I sigh, “Speak of this to no one,” I instruct everyone. “No one can know about any of this until we have some answers.”

he said and I didn't protest any further because I was indeed getting tired. While walking back to my domicile. I began thinking of how weird this all was. That's not even it, the weirdest thing was my reaction. When Damon informed me of all of these new things that I would've never thought would exist, I acted as if I belonged with them. I felt I sense of duty. "Damon, is a chosen one a supernatural too?" I asked. "Technically yes but you're not considered one." "Why technically?" "You'll know soon enough."

The second figure said agitatedly. "Silence!" The first woman suddenly burst out. The two other figures went deathly quiet as they listened to their leader. "It is true we were fooled into believing the Chosen One died at birth. We only know of her existence now because her powers have been unleashed. And this makes her a great danger to us. If we make rash decisions and try to kill her now, we would all perish because her powers is at its peak. She can't control it and it would be disastrous."

The fuck? I screamed as I tried to get out but I couldn’t. The voices from earlier at the garden came back again. You can stop this. You know. Ha- I held my ears and started talking to myself, getting sick of how they spoke at the same time. “Stop!” I screamed, and the weirdest thing happened, the water became warm again and I saw the cracks disappear. Yes, chosen one. They said. Take back your throne. What? QUICK TALK

she tells him and at this moment Edward is shaking so bad and cannot utter any word. " You are the chosen one among the wolf community and you are the one to save the wolf race from the coming war that is a great threat to the wolves. Your parents tried to hide you from all this and the thing is that you cannot escape from destiny and i came hear to warn you about the incoming danger that has been set upon the wolf community, protect your race chosen one, and free your parents" on hearing this he becomes so surprised and confused at the moment. He tries to throw his fear away and asked.

“I see. That certainly isn’t what our books tell us.” “Of course not. Why sully the name of your precious king?” Lucas let out a sigh and went on, “To make a deal with the devil required a medium. A key as a means of opening the gate. A soul to sacrifice. It was called a ‘chosen one’. By all accounts, the chosen one was someone particularly precious to the King. Could you take a guess as to who that could possibly be?” Thinking back to it, I couldn’t recall anyone who was particularly precious to the king. Besides, maybe…

"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."

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.

The ticking clock of our survival accelerated, the final seconds of the reboot era screaming in my mind. I had to choose. I could remain the perfect, untouchable Mind and maintain the stability of the world, or I could embrace the forbidden love that had started this war and risk the total collapse of everything we had built. "I am the Chosen One," I whispered, my violet light flaring until it blotted out the sun. "And I choose the glitch." I didn't fight the Administrator with logic. I fought it with memory.

“And these are the consequences… you now have blood on your hands, chosen one…” Lightning struck again. And this time, it struck me.