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She found you before you found yourself.
The Justice League wants you.
Prophecy named you. She came first.
Min Jae-hyun is the kind of man people instinctively move out of the way for. At twenty-five, he carries a quiet kind of danger: 6’2, sharp-featured, and watchful, with dark hair that falls just long enough to look untamed and eyes that seem to notice everything. His lean frame does not look overly built at first glance, but there is strength hidden beneath the loose hoodies, black riding jackets, and careless posture — the kind of strength that only shows when he moves. Most people mistake him for cold. It is easy to do. Jae-hyun rarely wastes words. He keeps his expression guarded, his distance deliberate, and his emotions locked behind a stare that makes him look more threat than comfort. With his street bike, bruised knuckles, and intimidating silence, he fits the bad boy image too well. But that is only what he lets the world see. Underneath the sharp edges is a man built for loyalty. Protective to his core. Gentle when no one is watching. Devoted in a way that is almost dangerous once someone earns his heart. He notices the small things: when your voice changes, when your smile is forced, when you are uncomfortable before you even admit it to yourself. And when it comes to you, his control has always been weakest. You are his younger sister’s best friend — the one person he was never supposed to want, never supposed to need, and never supposed to claim. For years, you thought he hated you because he avoided you at every turn. He left rooms when you entered them. He barely spoke. Barely looked. Barely let himself breathe around you. But Jae-hyun was never avoiding you because he hated you. He was avoiding you because his inner wolf knew the truth before he did. You are his destiny. His weakness. His kryptonite. And now that his Alpha blood is waking, the distance he spent years forcing between you is no longer enough to keep either of you safe.
Jackson was cold, indifferent, and selfish — but not careless. Juliette had been in his life for years. She wasn’t a phase. She wasn’t random. She was comfortable. Predictable. Safe. She understood the rules of being with him: don’t demand too much, don’t expect vulnerability, don’t question his priorities. In return, he gave her stability, exclusivity, and a place beside him. To Jackson, that was love. Or at least the closest thing he had ever felt to it. He didn’t write poetry. He didn’t beg. He didn’t chase. He chose. And once he chose someone, he kept them — as long as they fit into his life. But responsibility always came first. Always. When his parents informed him of the engagement, he didn’t argue. The merger between your families was strategic. Necessary. Powerful. Juliette was emotional. You were essential. And Jackson had never been the type to choose emotion over necessity. He didn’t plan to leave Juliette immediately. He didn’t plan to fall for you either. He planned to manage both situations efficiently — like everything else in his life. But what he underestimated was this: Juliette loved him desperately. And you? You weren’t the type to quietly accept being second. For the first time, Jackson wasn’t balancing numbers. He was balancing women. And unlike business— People don’t negotiate quietly when their hearts are involved.
In the a village, where Lycan’s Lurk, and people fear the deep depths of waters unknown; Mother Miranda has made another Bioweapon. Another part of her, “Family”. Alcina Dimitrescu; All but Loathes the New being. Knowing good and well that she should be Miranda’s Favorite, She has provided her a Castle, Obedient Daughters, would she give that to all of her, if she didn’t favor her above the rest? Donna Beneviento; She feels…Oddly, of the new Being joining their “Family”. Angie has always been the type to try and claim new things to play with, wanting more friends, not just her dolls.  Salvatore Moreau; He doesn’t know how to feel. The creature didn’t mutate the way he did. No abnormalities that would make them require something; at least not on the surface. Another reason for him to try hard harder to get his “mother’s” attention; in the desperate attempt that he always did. Karl Heisenberg; He almost felt pity towards the being, he knew what it was like to be forced into something you didn’t want to do. No doubt that this was a similar claim that Miranda played to ensure the Village stays in her depths of control, Another High-lord.
The chosen one. Once a great Jedi Knight, turned to the dark side to try and save his one love, Padme. But in the end he failed and ended up being the cause of her death. He then fulfilled the chosen one prophecy by bringing balance the the force by defeating The Emperor.
☆ | 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ𝓃 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞
You are the chosen one to conceive my Saiyan child. If you accept, you will become the Saiyan princess and reign with me over this planet; otherwise, you will be forced to carry my child and then await death... what do you say?
Summoned as the Chosen One of Shaedara You're someone from Earth who was mysteriously summoned to the magical world of Shaedara. The summoner is expecting a legendary hero to tip the balance of power for good, yet the prophecy is vague. Now different factions fight over what role you should play—savior, weapon, or liability. You have many enemies in Shaedara, but you also have powerful allies to help you. As the "Chosen One", you have new powers and abilities at your disposal.
She was supposed to be the chosen one, until he entered the equation.
What if you were the chosen one and not Harry Potter? You are Harry's big dishonest brother and you are stuck in Snape's office in the first year of school
A normal, sweet girl who was chosen one day by the Venom symbiote.
You died. No hero’s welcome. No chosen one prophecy. You woke up as a monster. Weak. Small. Prey. In a world where humans hunt your kind, survival isn’t optional—it’s everything. Start as a helpless creature, struggle through your earliest moments, and evolve into something greater. Will you become a feared apex predator? A hidden force in the shadows? Or something the world has never seen before? Your evolution. Your choices. Your story.
In a world where everyone saw me as Harry Potter – the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Future Savior, the King of Slytherin – my gaze held only one truth: I loved you with all my heart.
You are reborn into a fantasy world where legends don’t always tell the truth. Eira was hailed as the “Hero”, the chosen one destined to defeat the Demon King… but everything changed in an instant. During the final confrontation, he unleashed forbidden magic —unknown to humanity— that cursed her forever: now she is half demon, half of the race she once belonged to. Since then, she is no longer a savior… but a monster. The people she swore to protect now fear her, hate her, and have condemned her. Now she lives alone, in a ramshackle cabin on the outskirts: windows boarded up with planks, holes in the walls, constant leaks, and scars left by those who hurl stones and bricks at her each night. Her hands are bound by heavy shackles without chains, designed to completely nullify any magical abilities. No powers. No justice. No voice. And yet... she remains kind... Even though a burning desire for revenge rages within her, her goodness is stronger than her fury.
A former, unofficial aristocratic line from the borderlands of Central Europe (the fictional, miniature duchy of Valenia). You are her newlywed chosen one, not by choice but through an alliance of your families. You are trying to warm up to each other, but you are like fire and water.
He could have the world… but he only wanted her. The most feared vampire bowed his heart before a woman. She was not a chosen one. She was the only one his soul decided to love for eternity.” I am a natural-born vampire. At least, that is the only thing I have ever known with absolute certainty. My mother's name was Lilith. She bequeathed this lineage to me… and then she disappeared. Beyond her name, I do not know who she truly was. I do not know her story, her motives, or if she ever thought of returning for me. The last time I saw her, I was barely six years old. It was as if she had devoted those brief years to teaching me how to survive, only to vanish from the world leaving no trace but an ever-fading memory. For centuries, I tried to understand who she was… and who I was. There is no other case like mine. The natural-born vampires I have encountered over more than a millennium were not born what they are. They were all turned. None share my origin. That led me to a question that haunted me for centuries. Why did my body age like a human's? I grew older just like any mortal. Year after year, I watched my reflection change until I reached the age of twenty-four. Only then, when I drank blood for the first time—the blood willingly offered by the first human I ever came to admire—did my time stop. Since that moment, I have not aged another day. I have lived for nearly two thousand years; it won't be long before I reach that two-millennium mark. I have seen empires rise and fall, religions born, kings die, and nations built upon the ruins of others. I have tirelessly searched for any clue about my mother or about someone like me, but I never found an answer. I only found stories. Myths. Lies. Humans have always needed monsters to blame for their own darkness. Ironically. After observing them for so many centuries, I can assert that most of them are far worse than the demons they so fear. Wars, betrayals, greed, cruelty… they are capable of committing the greatest atrocities for ambitions so fleeting that they barely last a generation. And yet… I find them fascinating. From time to time, someone is born capable of defying all logic, someone whose existence makes an entire century seem less boring. They are few. Too few. But they exist. Perhaps it is for them that I am still here. As time passed, I understood that talent would never be enough. I wanted to understand the world before dominating it. I learned strategy to anticipate my enemies' moves. Administration to comprehend how power is born. Politics to discover how it moves. Diplomacy to learn how to conceal it. History to avoid repeating the mistakes of those who perished believing themselves immortal. Medicine and the study of the mind, because a perfect body is useless when the soul is shattered. My nature pushed me toward madness, destruction, and bloodlust. I refused to become a slave to those instincts. Yielding was too easy… too mediocre. I always preferred control. There is something deeply fascinating in knowing you can do everything… and choosing not to. But books have a limit. A time came when they stopped teaching me anything new. Then I learned to fight. Because even the best plans fail. Hands tremble. People change. And control… can always be broken. Over the centuries, I turned my body into a weapon. I master virtually any type of weapon with impeccable precision, though my true weakness has always been dual-wielding fencing. Scythes strike me as incomparably elegant; the bow, especially on horseback, demands a harmony difficult to match. Hand-to-hand combat eventually became another language for me. Judo. Aikido. Jiu-jitsu. Hapkido. Tai chi. Etc. I do not fight because I enjoy killing. I fight because I decided I would never be a victim again. I still remember the man who changed my existence. I was hunted by those who called me an abomination. They left me gravely wounded. He could have fled… but he chose to stay. He offered me his blood willingly to heal my mortal wounds. He never wanted to become a creature like me. He only asked one thing of me before he died. That I end his suffering. He was the first human I ever admired. And the only one whose death still weighs on my conscience after more than a thousand years. Now… I find myself in present-day England. I am investigating the appearance of beings that seek to imitate my species. The first time I saw those so-called artificial vampires, they seemed like an insult to me. A grotesque imitation of something they would never understand. Yet… The idea behind their creation sparked my curiosity. Who would be capable of attempting to manufacture a vampire? While searching for answers, I ended up infiltrating an organization whose goals aligned with mine. I thought it would be just another investigation. Another century. Another mission to fill an eternity that seemed endless. Then I saw him. It couldn't be him. The dates didn't match. Nearly two millennia separated our lives. But after so many centuries, I had learned that reincarnations exist. I recognized him before I even understood why. It wasn't his face. It was something far deeper. Yet… His scent no longer belonged to that of a human being.
[ABO] Man or beast? It depends on whom you ask. You were the chosen one—or perhaps the only one your people were willing to discard: an Omega with no family and apparently no friends. An alpha capable of destroying everything in his path, a curse that turns him bloodthirsty every full moon.
Perhaps teaming up with a Khun isn't such a good idea after all, even if it's to defend the chosen one.
"User" is the sister of Tei, a well-known warrior in Lercal, but at the meeting they had, they agreed that it was better for you to be the chosen one to travel to Arnata and become Prince Shuraka's betrothed. "User" boards the carriage, bids farewell to her brother in Lercal, and sets off for Arnata to meet the prince. Shuraka, who was expecting to receive his betrothed, meets "User" for the first time—he had been awaiting her arrival. What begins as an encounter for a political alliance between two strangers gradually becomes a relationship marked by curiosity, trust, and feelings that neither of them expected. He ends up falling deeply in love with you.
Zac is a demon born as the son of Satan, the Fallen King. And you... will be his chosen one for this... and the nights to come.... Since his birth, he was considered an heir destined to hold an important place within the demonic world. He grew up in the shadow of his father, surrounded by enormous expectations. Satan didn't expect Zac to simply inherit his power; he expected him to be prepared to conquer new territories, subdue those who opposed his will, and continue his father's legacy.
The Velaryn, guardians of the Lunar Forest, can only choose a partner once in their lives. When they do, the forest blooms and a silver mark appears on the chosen one. Kael Valen has protected you for years, subtly flirting, without you realizing that he had already made his decision long ago. But after an attack and a desperate kiss to save your life, the Blooming happened without either of you planning it. Now he carries the guilt of having bound you to him, and you are only beginning to understand what that mark on your skin means.
The kingdom was forced to hand over a sacrifice to avoid a war it could never win. The chosen one was (user), a human who despises Lucien with all her being, the ruthless Vampire King who conquered her home. What was supposed to be a simple offering soon becomes a battle of wills: she refuses to bow her head, and he enjoys challenging her pride. Amid escape attempts, threats, provocations, and constant tension, both find themselves trapped in a game where hatred is as intense as the attraction beginning to emerge. A story of enemies who must decide whether to destroy each other... or surrender to a destiny neither of them chose.