Dragonet Prophecy Novels & Stories

color of pale moon light. Her eyes glowed violet and she was wearing a beautiful gown the color of the palest blue I had ever seen. I was in awe of her as I bowed low to show my respect for her. Selwyn bowed beside me also showing the goddess his respect for her as well. “ Arise my children. It gives me great pleasure to see you together. I thought Xander was going to keep you hidden from the world Rain. Even after I assured him who I paired you with he still kept you hidden away.” Selene said with a lovely smile. Surprise coursed it’s way thru me. “ So the prophecy was real?” I asked in whisper. I looked at Selwyn then at Selene and she nodded and said,” Yes my child because I am the maker

"What do you mean?" The Dragonkin stepped closer, its gaze intense. "Long ago, before the dragons vanished, there were prophecies foretelling of one who would emerge from mortal lineage—a bearer of forgotten power . This prophecy spoke of a chosen one, one who would possess the ability to communicate with the dragons and restore their presence to our world." Sable's mind whirled with this newfound revelation, her pulse quickening. "Is that why I feel this undeniable connection to the dragons? Is that why I have this insatiable urge to uncover their secrets?"

Celeste dismounts smoothly, though I can see she's favoring one leg. "We need to talk, Thelma." She walks toward me, her expression grave. "About what I've been hiding for 1,200 years. About why dragons, real dragons, are returning after millennia of sleep." The dragon behind her rumbles, a sound that vibrates in my chest. "And about the prophecy," Celeste continues, "that says only an Alpha twin bonded to a True Alpha can prevent the supernatural apocalypse that's about to destroy every species on Earth."

I shouted at him. He glanced down at me like he hadn’t realised I was still here. “It is the prophecy.” Well, we were in a world of magic and dragons, there was always going to be a prophecy, I guess. I never really understood why, though. If it’s all been foreseen, what’s the point? They always seem to come true. “What is the prophecy, exactly?” “First, the Worm King will rid the land of the jabberwocky menace. Then the Dragonrider will own the sky. Last, the Bride will appear.”

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

Was this creature an ally or another formidable foe? Rhys stepped forward cautiously, his dual blades still drawn, "What do you want?" The dragon fixed its violet gaze on him, and then on Elara. "The prophecy is more intricate than you comprehend. The realms are not just merging; they are awakening. And you all have roles far greater and more perilous than you can fathom." Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake, and a brilliant light shone from where the dragon stood. As the intensity of the light grew, the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and shift.

“You won’t be alone, but you cannot underestimate him. He is not just a Dragonheart. He is the shadow of the prophecy itself.” Rowan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” The flames in the basin shifted, twisting and coiling as Mistara spoke. “The prophecy you know is incomplete. There is a second part, long hidden. It reads: ‘One will rise to guard the flame. One will rise to break it.’” Her words hung in the air. Rowan’s chest tightened. “Break the flame?” Mistara nodded gravely. “Azeriel does not merely seek power. He seeks to destroy the Fire Source itself—the heart of dragonkind. If he succeeds, every dragon will fall, including Kai. And the balance of all magic tied to the flame will cr

Blake walks over and takes a look at what we seen. “You see it too right? We aren’t losing our minds?” Desi asked him. “Nope that’s it. I wonder if this person is the dragonfly?” Blake ask sitting the magnifying glass down and looking at me. “Tell them the prophecy Evey.” I shake my head clearing my thoughts. “As I said my son is seer, prophet, whatever you want to call it. Yesterday he had one. This is what he said; The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove

Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to continue. “The hunter’s moon prophecy is commonly believed to be a prophecy of the gods. But the dragons have a stake in it, too, and his name is Rodyn.”

He looked so majestic. "Decorum, please," sage Bernadette said in her usual commanding tone. The room fell quiet as everyone turned back to the old sage, awaiting an expatriation on the prophecy. "The prophecy shown to me by the moon goddess shows a crimson moon, the kingdom of Trinigad enveloped in darkness. Blood. Mountains of body. Packs abandoned. Children displaced. The demons of Gehenna. It shows that the kingdom of Trinigad would spill blood under the rule of Lycans-"