Novel & Cerita What Happens When You Mess With A Chosen One

Jake asked. Angel Uriel told them about the murder of Alvaro and pact he had with the devil. "How do we defeat him?" Carla asked. "I cannot reveal to you all the details, but, you have been given the powers to defeat evil. You,the Chosen One, together with the werewolves and vampires would save mankind." Angel Uriel said as he ascended. "What just happened? Was that real?", Has never been a believer of the supernatural until after his childhood encounter with the vampires.

He explained, “I don’t have that kind of ability. I came here today to speak with you about something else. It just so happened that I came across this strange occurrence that came from the river’s depths.” “Other things?” Tyr was a little surprised. He was clueless about what else could drive Maxime to make a special trip to Regal Palace. Maxime wondered out loud. “Silas had already told you about the previous catastrophe and the appearance of the Chosen One, right?” “He did mention it.” Tyr nodded thoughtfully. “It’s just that I don’t understand what is a catastrophe and what is a Chosen One.” Maxime was silent for a moment. He said, “A God will come to the world and all the living creatur

Kiyan and I looked at each other, and by the time we looked back, Seraphine was suspended mid-air, her eyes white as snow, her icy blue hair flowing just like Valora’s. “What the fuck kind of time travel shit is this?” Kiyan asked, his phone long forgotten, where he dropped it. “Are you sure we didn’t travel back in time?” Before I could answer, I felt the rune move again, the burning pain resumed, and both girls' voices roared: “The One who binds has come. The One who breaks is awoken. Let the old tongue speak of the Chosen. The chosen one of the blood of Orza Death they herald,

“A fire that only the chosen ones possess. It can destroy all supernatural beings.” “Right. The chosen ones' mission is to balance the creatures. So they can't take sides. They have to be neutral. Because the monster has become too disturbing, it must be killed. The only way is with blue fire. But that didn't happen. Suddenly, he became human and controlled the monster. All this time, he, the child, was controlled by the monster, but now he was able to control the monster and become one with it.” “Suddenly?” “It was all because of his mate. He killed his mate while she was trying to save people. One of the people he killed was his mate.”

Behind them were my parents who were confused by looking at me. He was right. As the Alpha's son, Asher can't reject her because we believe that once he does it, the whole pack will suffer the consequences of it. That's why Alpha Julius was very specific when he said that whoever Asher's mate is, he can't reject it. That's the Alpha's golden rule. "I'm sorry," Luna Ferran mouthed at me.

Unless. A terrible realization hit me as I found the ancient book. My hands shook as I read the words. "What is it?" Elias asked. "What's wrong with her?" I looked up at them, my heart sinking. "The prophecy has a second part. One even the Shadow Council doesn't know about." "Tell us," Amara said, her voice stronger than I expected. I swallowed hard. "When the chosen one regains what was taken, a choice must be made. Save your mate or save your kind."

He said and turned to look at me. “Their numbers are growing fast and soon, they will be all over the Reigns. If we already had a Champion, the Alpha Prince as you say, he would have already started to do something about the situation. But he hasn’t done anything because he’s not the Chosen One— You are. Even though the Prince is a powerful werewolf, maintaining Balance and bringing back peace to the Reigns is the job of the Chosen One— your job.” He told me and I clenched my fist.

“What happens if she’s not chosen?” Johnathan said the fate of the unchosen depends on the Goddess’s mood, and no doubt he read it in those scrolls, but that’s not how it works. Like everything else, people started to distort the truth, rewrote it to suit their own narrative, perhaps to wield power over others. “I’m not going to lie, Preston,” I say. “She could die… but if she’s strong and she trusts you, she could live and turn.” “You said they have to be chosen.”

I whispered to him, gesturing forward with my hand and ordering him to move. He promptly obeyed, reversing his direction and facing the packhouse. Bit the healers were not relenting. "Rowan!!" one of them called again. "You seek what is to destroy you!! The throne was reserved for the chosen one, and.... " " I am the chosen one!!" I roared, my claws shooting out uncontrollably as I turned sharply at them in a threatening pose. They scoffed. "And to die is gain for us, to live in misery, away from our leader is great loss!! You won't win this one," they said, scoffing the more.

"And then there's us, at the very bottom. We're used during celebrations or married off to men chosen by Luna Iris whenever she wishes. But if I become your friend, maybe you'll make me your servant when you become one of the King's favorites." A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "And who told you I want a position beside that man?" "Is there anyone who doesn't want to be close to him?" she asked confidently "Being close to him is everyone's dream. He's the King of Werewolves." I slowly shook my head. Then I laughed softly, closed my eyes, and muttered, "Idiots." The door opened. I slowly opened my eyes. A blonde girl entered. Her eyes were blue, and she looked incredibly arrogant. Her chin was li