Dragonet Prophecy Novels & Stories

“How can you say that? It was not me who defeated the Emperor … someone possessed by body … and I believe it will never happen again … not without the comet’s peak that will trigger it.” Estes stood up, and then he went in front of the fireplace, studying the flames, hopeful. “But it’s all in the prophecy, and I can still recall what the Oracle foretold me,” he turned his head towards Larice, “On the coming of the Red Dawn, ice will unite with fire … Frost will symphonize with Flame … and a new empire shall be born … the dragon empire shall rise.” His silver eyes shifted back to the hearth. “He told me it is inevitable. That we cannot prevent the dragons’ claim … and we cannot stop the symph

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead, he stood and placed the bear gently beside my pillow. “Look, kid,” he said, voice low. “We might be outsiders... but we’re not lost. We follow the prophecy. And we need you. You have to learn how to connect with your wolf. Control her. She’s stronger than anything we’ve seen. Stronger than any Alpha.” For a few heartbeats, we just stood there—until the sound of a key twisting in the front door made us both freeze. Click. My blood turned to ice. “My brother,” I breathed.

No bond, no emotion, would ever hold me back. For I was Dimitri, the Alpha, driven by an insatiable hunger. The prophecy's power would soon be mine. And with it, I would reshape the world.

“What else did the prophecy say?” Seraphine hesitated for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully. “The prophecy also speaks of the bond between you and your mates. It says that this bond is both your greatest strength and your greatest weakness. If you allow it to fracture, if you push them away, it could weaken you at a critical moment. But if you find a way to strengthen that bond, it will give you the power you need to face the dark king.”

"Thank Goddess I could run the fastest, and that was how I escaped into this place. Waiting for the prophecy." "Prophecy…? What prophecy?" I looked up at him and asked. "The prophecy of the one werewolf who will be born in Balbrigga. She or he would deliver us from the tyrants called Dojras." "Dojras..? I've heard the name before.. from my mother. She was killed by one of them and my town was torn apart and burnt by them as well." My weary eyes couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, and I bowed gently in sobriety and sorrow.

Laryn I risk my life for one glimpse of a treasure so precious it's worth the danger. I've heard Bastian's rumbling when I enter his territory and my heart breaks for our destroyed friendship. The blame is on me and no one else. I stole his mate, Acasia, who at the time was Bastian's most valued possession. It doesn't matter that I released her or that a dragon's very nature covets the greatest treasure of others. Bastian hates me. Now Acasia has become dragon and the two guard the first dragon egg laid in thousands of years. I only want a simple glimpse to wash away a small bit of the loneliness that endlessly eats my soul.

“As for the dragon’s appearance, many books describe it differently, each more inconsistent than the last. As for the blue exterior—that comes from an elven seer’s prophecy of what it will look like thousands of years in the future. If I’m not mistaken, what you read was the illustration in Chapter Three of The Constellations of the Nine Realms. The note beneath it clearly states that it’s a prophetic depiction—but since it’s written in Elvish, many readers mistakenly believe it to be the dragon’s true form.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="da21c723-1221-47dc-a96a-99316a653cdf" data-testid="conversation-turn-81" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-tur

“That alone makes her dangerous.” Maya looked pale now. “Why would she target Aria?” Nobody answered right away. Finally, Rylan spoke carefully. “Because of the prophecy.” The room became silent again. I looked between them. “You all keep talking about this prophecy, but nobody explains it clearly.” Damon rubbed his forehead tiredly before looking at me. “The prophecy speaks about a queen with vampire,wolf and witch blood. Someone powerful enough to unite or destroy the supernatural clans.” “And Dravenna wants that power for herself” Rylan finished.

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

They were too deep, too heavy, too old. “The blood moon breaks the chains. Shadow and light will rise. Children of the lost shall open the path.” The room froze. Even the growls outside stopped. I stared at her, throat closing. “Lyssara…” Kaelor’s voice came again, hoarse this time. “The prophecy.” Rhydan cursed under his breath. Draven’s words were almost a whisper, but I heard them clear as if he stood beside me. “The prophecy is true. She’s the one.”