What Happens When You Mess With A Chosen One นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He suddenly pointed at Clodia and yelled, "I get it now! It's because of her! You're just jealous and driven mad with anger, so you deliberately chose Aldo just to spite me! You'd better take back your proposal this instant, Eva!" He stared at me, absolutely certain that I would change my mind and turn around any second. I looked at Simone's delusional, frantic state and scoffed derisively. "You think I did this to spite you? You think too highly of yourself, Simone. I chose Aldo because he's far superior to you." Aldo stood beside me and slipped the ring onto his finger. He looked over the crowd with a commanding presence fit for a true ruler, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.

"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 unmannered, Sarah. Just sit." A vein was now showing on his neck. "Me? Unmannered? 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!"

She leaned against the door frame and her face showed that she was surprised. “The keepers? Is everything all right?” She asked me. “Is something wrong?” “Actually no grandma. Nothing is wrong. In fact everything is about to be okay.” I said feeling ecstatic. “I want to partake in my responsibilities and duties of being the chosen one.” More surprise spread as grandma’s face as she looked at me in disbelief. “But honey, they gave their decision just a day ago.” She said to me. “Yeah well I disagree and I have a right to disagree. It’s me who is the chosen one. So please can something be done? Can I call a meeting?” I asked her.

"You are the chosen one. The one who was born to protect the ruler. Bow to the chosen one, the fairest divine." I huffed. This has to be some kind of joke. "I'm sorry but you've got the wrong person," I dismissed them as I made my way out of their midst, expecting them to also find their way. But surprisingly, not one but all of them began chanting like they were some sort of cult, "All hail the chosen one. The one who was conceived to bring peace to the nation. The fairest divine. " What was this? I began running in the opposite direction to get away from them, but it was as though the more I ran, the closer they were to me. Even while I closed my ears with both hands, it seemed as though t

he pointed at Skylark, "is the chosen one you've been speaking of?" Moriarty shook his head, trying to dispel any misconceptions. "No, Dimitri! I never claimed she was the chosen one. It was you who misunderstood and jumped to conclusions about the idea of their mate being the chosen one." Sky, who had been listening intently, voiced her confusion. Turning her gaze to Moriarty, she inquired, "What exactly is this chosen one you keep mentioning? I had no idea about any of this." The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. Finally, it was Dimitri who took it upon himself to provide an explanation. "There is a legend surrounding the chosen one—a woman with extraor

Chase did not want to see Willow and Lisa looking at him that way again and spurted everything Yara had said to him without taking a breath. "The Chosen One! I knew it!" Willow could not control herself and yelled out loud. She and Lisa hugged each other tightly as if celebrating something. Chase and Walter looked at them with bewilderment. Had they gone crazy? Was it worth being so happy about Chase becoming the Chosen One? Chase was suddenly reminded of certain love stories on Earth that indicated what it meant to be the Chosen One. He could not help facepalming. Had it been a mistake to agree to help Yara? Chase began to second-guess himself.

The coven has been reduced to untouchables, oppressed. But we didn’t give up hope. Ancient prophecies have been told for thousands of years that in the time of the tribe’s survival, a chosen one will rise up, the hope of the tribe of witches, and allow all witches to use magic freely again. And I am that hope. But I’m so afraid that I’m going to fuck up. “Mom, what if I screw up? What if I’m not the Chosen One?”I paced nervously around the room. The ceremony starts in less than an hour.

it whispered, its voice barely more than the sound of rustling leaves, “is a powerful motivator. It can drive even the most rational minds to madness.” Across the table, a young vampire, brimming with eager enthusiasm yet lacking wisdom, decided to take a bold step forward. “Maybe… maybe the legends were wrong? Perhaps the Chosen One wasn’t a person at all? Maybe it existed as an object, or perhaps an elaborate ritual?” His tone was naive, a desperate attempt at reassessment.