All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

To Andrew, it was just a simple peck of admiration. He did not notice that the soft, swift touch of his lips on her skin almost made her swoon again. She gathered herself together and plopped down next to him.“Why do you talk mean to me while fighting?” she asked.He smiled. “That is what warriors do. It is mental warfare. Wearing down the enemy emotionally and physically.”“Oh, I see,” she said, and she added playfully, “You mighty beast of an ogre.”He smiled at her. “You are hardly wet with sweat.” He was drenched from the exercise.“We women do not sweat, we glow.” Her look of serious reflection melted into shared laughter. Their earlier awkward kiss was forgotten.Or not.“Diana,” he said, “you are amazing, and believe me, all I ever want now is to have you with me all the time, but you need to think about it okay? However, you are getting good at this. You sneak around your sire to learn to kill and fight—and you are good. You are really good. You are intellectually curious, an

Throughout peasant houses, the streets lay eerily vacant. Inside the prisoners' building, they met up with the other troll. The ferals and the hunters have been having a friendly fight in the courtyard. The troll leader, Andrew, and Diana slinked through the shadows, trying to stay out of sight. The screams had died down, periodic and at a distance. Flames burned all cabins and huts, but they did not see any feral werewolves or trolls.“This is not a good sign,” whispered Andrew.“Why?” Asked Diana.“Because they plan to burn the entire town.”“Oh!”The troll grumbled behind them, “My lord, my people have a secret hideaway on the backside of the mansion. I am sure they would have hidden there at the first sign of trouble.”“Is there room for a third person?” asked Andrew.“Yes,” Robah, the leader of the trolls, replied. “My spy told me that your friend will be out later for the trial of rebellion. But I believe it was all for a show. I think they intended to keep him as hostage for th

An hour after the gruesome carnage among the feral werewolves, the air outside the town became heavy with grief as the trolls mourned their fallen kin. Robah, the sombre leader of the trolls, stood amidst the shadows, a towering figure marked by sorrow. His eyes reflected the pain of loss as he grieved for his people. Sensing the profound sorrow, Andrew and Diana, figures of wisdom and compassion, extended their condolences to the grieving troll leader. In a rare display of unity between different supernatural beings, they shared a moment of solemnity, acknowledging the shared burden of loss that transcended their diverse backgrounds. The moon hung low, casting a melancholic glow over the scene as the unlikely gathering paid homage to those who had succumbed to the brutal chaos that had unfolded earlier.“I am sorry for your loss, Robah," Andrew said as he watched the family of trolls covered in blood and mud. Andrew followed up with, “Now, we shall bury the dead and follow us into th

Robah recognised those shadows as the two mysterious pairs threw off their cloaks.The two turned towards the ferals. “It's showtime,” mumbled Andrew, which made Diana roll her eyes as she took her sword from the scabbard.The ferals howled in unison and were within thirty feet of the trolls, about to pounce.The two cloaked vampires stood in front of Robah and his people. The lead one spoke plainly for all to hear: “Fear not! We will kill them in no time. For now, prepare yourself to run upward to the mountain. Just a few miles ahead is our camp," Andrew announced as he removed her coat over his head as well as Diana's.They stood guard before the troll. She brandished the strange movement of the earth as if breathing in below her. Summoning the trees and everything rooted in the earth with her sheer commands. The trolls gasped. Robah had seen her power earlier from the Wetland but watching her now in the open field and in the morning sun gracing her features, Robah was amazed by her

Feral’s CampAs the sanjinn power in Alpha Henry's blood slowly waned, his carefully masked facade began to crumble. Feeling the effects, he decided to take Elizabeth out of the ominous feral cabins in Devils Forest. Transforming into his massive Alpha wolf, he allowed Elizabeth to ride on his back. Her wolf form, still enchanted by Eve, left them no choice but to seek Eve's aid. Meanwhile, Jenna embarked on a perilous journey to the southern part of the devil's forest in a desperate quest for the vampire seer and the ancient one. Running without a rest, Henry's wolf galloped into the night until dawn. An eerie silence settled over the mangrove region of the Waterland region. This was his land and his pack's boundaries. The extended howling of the strange storm was suspended in unison. Birds and the Waterland buzzards ravaging their next meal froze in their niche as though conscious of the tremendous mysterious endurance of the Alpha, emerging from the dark lands. The disturbances, t