Dragonet Prophecy Novels & Stories

Kiema was settled back and leaning on Saint, her lids at half mast. "Right, onwards. The Raven of the Nights prophecy comes to us from right here in Iashira." I looked around the table again. "Do you want the prophecy as it's written, or do you want to know what it means?" Atlas' eyes gleamed as he opened his mouth. "Just what it means for now, please, Kord. I'm exhausted," Scarlet said as she snuggled in Xander's lap. Atlas' lips twisted in disappointment, but he gave me a nod anyway.

“Tell me the truth, Draven.” Draven sighed, sitting beside her on the bed. His hand covered hers, but his eyes were fixed on the wall. “When I was young, the elders spoke of a prophecy. A child born under the blood moon with mixed power—wolf and god. They said such a child would either bring a new age of peace or burn the world trying.” Liora’s lips trembled. “And now you think that’s us.” “I don’t know,” he said. “But I won’t let that happen.”

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) As we were walking back to the house a sudden wave of heat washed over me and my skin began to tingle. Suddenly everything went black, and I felt like I was being shot forward in time. (Vision) “There’s seriously a fucking prophecy about this mutt?! I thought you said there wasn’t anything mentioning a tribrid?!” “Well, I’m sorry Calida but this prophecy was made over a thousand years ago and was one of the last ever made by the Oracle of Alynthi. So, excuse me for not knowing that it existed.”

Only time will unveil the truth that lies ahead, For the merfolk's fate, by their actions, will be led. Remember this prophecy, engraved in your heart, As you navigate the depths, playing your part." Tritan and Finrir remain suspended in the chamber, the guardian's words echoing in their minds. The solemn atmosphere envelops them as they process the weight of the prophecy. Tritan's heart beats with a mixture of fear and determination, while Finrir's presence brings a comforting sense of unity.

Which meant that she wasn’t a potential, she was an actual Dragon Stone Keeper, just like me. There has never been a time where the Dragon Stone was active in both Stones, but after doing some research, we found out that the Stone had a different spirit inside of it, that was unlike mine. Hers was a Human Stone, meant to safeguard humans. We found a prophecy had been written about her but had only become known on the day of her sixteenth birthday. It read that she would become the Guardian of all humans and would pave the way for future generations to be able to live in peace. Her special ability was that any time danger was near, her scales would glow brightly, as would her eyes.

“What did the prophecy say?” I asked, and my mother looked at the god of chaos seriously. “The prophecy of the nymphs of destiny said that a god of the main triad would fall in love with a mortal and the result of that love would be the key to avoiding war,” my mother said, and I started laughing. “That's stupid because the anchor prophecy says that I will be the doom of Xalaris,” I said annoyed. “Which damn prophecy do I believe?”

Truly following Amaren's story, all eyes fell on Zeno. "A few months later, word spread across the supernatural realm about the birth of the long awaited DragonBorn-Werewolf hybrid. Prince Draekon." She paused for a moment to let that part of the story marinate. "It was then it became more real to me. The prophecy was indeed coming to fulfillment, and I was truly going to be the mother of Nali'yum's reincarnate." She took a brief pause.

Living as long as we have, we’ve seen the start of a new prophecy taking place, right in front of our eyes. Alpha Cayd’s mate, Madelyn, was descended from dragons. They found what was left of the dragon clans and brought them to Araphyra. Since then, the fae lands have flourished. It’s as if the dragons were always meant to be here and according to King Aolis, they were at one time. None of the members of the dragon clans actually shift into a dragon, but apparently just having dragon blood makes the fae land respond. However, the prophecy has been title The Return of the Dragons, and almost everyone believes that one day, we'll have dragons flying in our skies.

Now Thatcher had was on his chest she had to move closer to Ryan to be comfortable. “Its like 1 in a trillion chances of one being born.” Chris gently spoke. He wasn’t ready to lose his head and knew if he woke either one of them then it was a quick trip to the grave. “So, they are really special?” Avalon spoke trying to understand it all. She was doing good just keeping up with what dragon elements there are. “You can say that.” Rosco sighed as he looked at Chris. “Its also said that ever spirit dragon born there is a prophecy that is attached to them. To each there own however.”

His thumb traced my lower lip, smearing blood. "Tell me, little Shadowborn," he murmured, his voice dropping to something that made my stomach clench. "Do you know what the prophecy says?" I could not breathe. Could not think. His touch burned like fire and ice. "It says the last daughter of shadow will awaken when blood and moon collide," Draven continued. His fingers tightened. "It says she will either save our kind from extinction... or she will drown us all in darkness." He leaned closer. His breath ghosted across my lips.