Blackmoon Prophecy 2 Novels & Stories

"That's deep in the Black Forest. Past where any pack normally goes." "That's where we need to take the twins tomorrow." Dominic's voice had gone hollow. "Not the regular Wolf Altar near our territory. The Moon Wolf Altar in the Black Forest." Killian pushed off the wall, still holding his side. "The Black Forest is crawling with shadow corruption. Getting there and back alive will be nearly impossible." "But that's where the Moon Wolf needs to return to its position." Silas looked at the fading runes on the wall. "That's where the prophecy will be fulfilled."

Rodrigo then asked, “What about Mia and me? We both have wolves only. Aren’t we hybrids?” Valeno looks at Rodrigo and shakes his head. “No. You both are wolves. This has to do with the prophecy.” “Exactly.” Damaro said. “I never thought it would be from my own bloodline that this prophecy would start to reveal itself, but only one could be pure Shadow Maw. The Moon Goddess chose Thalia. Then mated her to one of the strongest packs anywhere…Blackstone.” “So, what exactly is this prophecy?” I asked.

Then the moon rose. Slowly. Wrong. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t silver. It was red. Deep, dark crimson, like it had been soaked in blood. The Blood Moon. My heart dropped into my stomach. Fia stiffened beside me. “Mom,” she whispered. “It’s starting.” Finn grabbed her hand. “What’s starting?” She swallowed. “The prophecy.” A low murmur moved through the armies. Even hardened Alphas felt it. The air itself seemed heavier, pressing down on every soul.

Rodrigo then asked, “What about Mia and me? We both have wolves only. Aren’t we hybrids?” Valeno looks at Rodrigo and shakes his head. “No. You both are wolves. This has to do with the prophecy.” “Exactly.” Damaro said. “I never thought it would be from my own bloodline that this prophecy would start to reveal itself, but only one could be pure Shadow Maw. The Moon Goddess chose Thalia. Then mated her to one of the strongest packs anywhere…Blackstone.” “So, what exactly is this prophecy?” I asked.

Her eyes darkened, her tone carrying something deeper than her own words, like the Moon Goddess herself spoke through her. “Listen to me, child. You are the key, not Elliot, only you carry the thread of prophecy. That cannot be undone. Do not reveal your identity yet. Shadows crawl everywhere, enemies hide in every hall, behind every whisper. They hunt for the Luna of prophecy. If they find you before your time, they will tear you apart.”

The further my little mate went, the more my insides felt like they were being burned by volcanic fire erupting from my jealous and saddened heart. Only the first born males in my family knew that there happened to be another part to the prophecy. It would end with me. My family thought Ginny denying my grandfather as her mate would result in the end of the werewolf species, but Ginny apparently prayed to the Moon Goddess herself, begging her to give him a second chance mate. A mate that was a werewolf. I don't know the whole story, but I know that the Moon Goddess spared us and Ginny, a human woman, had been the one to protect us.

Angelica stared at Astra, and it was the funniest thing she could feel she was telling the truth, really feel it in her soul. “There is this war that has been waged for longer than I have been alive. There is a prophecy that the werewolf-vampiric war will be ended by a hybrid of the two. Both sides do not want that to happen. So they made a law forbidding the blending of the species.” “How did the mob get involved?” Angelica asked, confused. “I am not sure, but I think they decided to rebrand when Al Capone was alive. I am not one hundred percent on that.”

If I’ve learned anything from the past two years in Bloodmoon, prophecies only bring trouble. Alpha Alec had to wait thirty years to find his mate, and his prophecy started a whole war. Alexander Petridis was violated on many levels because of the prophecy about him. And even now, he and his mate Delilah and the Sicilian packs are on high alert as she’s pregnant with their first pup, and there’s a blue moon in August. Prophecies are trouble, and I don’t want trouble. I want a peaceful life with my mate. Maybe traveling the world with him and his band, anything that didn’t involve some wordy and confusing prophecy. “When the sun is swallowed by shadow? You mean a solar eclipse. Your raggedy a

Instead of replying, she tsked and shook her head," Marius Fletch, you must think that my IQ is the same as the room temperature. Really? So, a wolf who is known for his greed, cruelty and connivance is to be believed when he says that my mate should not be trusted. I don't know what to say to you other than, if I wanted to smell sh*t, I would have gone to the public washrooms. So..." "I have proof." Marius protested. Saying so, he pulled out a small glass ball. The insides were swirling with a dark smoke as if a voice yearned to come out and speak. Entranced, Crystal wanted to hold the prophecy and extended her hand for it when Erin growled loudly in her head," Blackmagic." Stiffening a bit

better than perfect. Propelling myself forward, I leaped into the air and landed on four white paws, digging into the lichen and rich black earth… headed for the trees. They were just ahead. If only I could get there…. Then a giant, black wolf leaped in front of me, planting his feet firmly on the ground, his eyes flaring a brilliant blue. “I claim you as mine, a member of the Moon Shadow Pack, and I am now your Alpha!” his voice boomed inside my head. But I stood my ground, straining against his command. “Mark my words, she-wolf! Before the next Blood Moon, you will submit!”