All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elizabeth woke when the bed shifted unexpectedly underneath her. There was a cold breeze on her old cotton hip bustle underwear. She found it in the cabin closet earlier. In a sleepy fog, she reached out for Henry on his side, but all she found was the cold moistness of his side of the bed.His pillow was nearly soaked with sweat. Just then, a howl ripped through the stillness of the night. Her heart thumping, she swivelled on her bedside candle lamp. Alpha Henry’s cries and howls led her to him in a corner. The light of the candle lamp scarcely reached him. It cast long silhouettes over the long, thick fingers embedded in his hair.They curled, raven locks whiten in the mixed lamp, and moonlight twined through them, and he grabbed them, letting out another howl and sob. Her heart was speeding and shattering at the same time. It was a moment before she agreed on what to do. She knew by now that sometimes Henry's flashbacks and nightmares would be so horrible that he'd lash out.Not in

Troll CampThe dark shadows of the night were not demons; they were men. But they were not completely the same type of men that Robah, the river troll, and all their species produced. They appeared more apelike. However, they seemed to walk straight but were hairier than normal, with a stocky, vigorous musculature and pronounced brows and jaws. They wore animal skins and wreaths assembled from the competition they hunted, thus forging the misconception of magical inhabitants in the night.Andrew and Diana watched each other as they were all surrounded, and though the couple knew they could overpower them in a blur, their curiosity was kicking in, so they didn't fight the cave creatures.As the leader of cave creatures guided them in the dark, Andrew realised why he had not sighted them creeping up on the camp and why they appeared to materialise from the rocks themselves. They had materialised from the rocks. They were cavemen and cave residents. They now led Robah’s group through rif

The cave entertainers took their places on the floor. There were dozens of them. They were dressed as fighters with the armour of beasts. Lion heads and manes, vulture-winged frocks, and ghostly weapons Andrew had never seen before. Strange swords, armours, and javelins.They immersed themselves in war exercises that seemed more like a dance of acrobatics than about brute vigour or strength. They ebbed and spurted like a stream of water; their actions were fluid, not aggressive. They moved through the air as if they were fish drifting in the water. Leafing and twirling, they barraged and protected with such accuracy and confidence as to transfer the act of fighting into a ballet of beauty.Cavin could not see the dance, but he could feel it. He knew it well. He confessed to Andrew, “They were trained by you, milord. Their ancestors were trained by you. The original keeper of the soul.”"I did?" Andrew frowned as he watched the warriors."Yes, milord. You said it yourself back in the 13

Eliminating a dozen gigantic ferals wasn't typically this straightforward. The warriors among the ferals had honed their skills over decades, making them a formidable force even for an organised group. Meanwhile, Tommy and Diana swiftly rushed to Jenna's side, anxiously checking for signs of life. "Is she dead?" Diana urgently inquired."I don't know, I'm not sure," Tommy responded while the remaining cavewarriors, cautious of a potential follow-up attack, released the confined humans.With a sense of awe, Tommy carefully raised Jenna from the snow, only to be captivated by her stunning appearance. Adorned with ravishing raven locks, heart-red lips, and a mature figure beyond her years, Jenna was like a breathtaking sunset. "Jenna, are you awake?"As Jenna looked into Tommy's eyes, she noticed him standing atop the defeated feral's chest, smiling in her direction. However, his smile faded to dismay upon seeing her confused expression. Jenna then became aware of an unusual sensation i

The mansion of Alpha George lay in the middle, just downriver from the boundary of Whiteland. They had passed the village without stopping to avoid being recognized by his patrol. Even though their escape with the troll had been days earlier, and though Tommy had grown out his hair and beard with the help of Jenna to avoid being recognised as the heir of Whiteland, Alpha George would certainly recognise him. The Alpha would certainly remember his original intent to rescue his father and sister and would certainly not be merciful, especially when his father was still in prison. In the end, the two decided to go back home and report to Cavin the good news.The old man told Jenna to disguise a group of warriors as human hunters and present them as having killed a fugitive from the Whiteland. They covered dead ferals with Whiteland's scent and brought them to the town. The next day, Tommy and his group arrived at the Wetland River wharf, reporting the abduction following a bureaucratic pr