Dragonet Prophecy Novels & Stories

Aje's mother spontaneously surprised, her eyes rounded and remembered something clearly. Aje's mother nodded her head, “Yes, I remember something. Our ancestors said that if someone tries to find the dragon crystal then that person will also open the gates of hell. Black magic that keeps all of us from escaping alive. A rain of blood will occur, the dragon of crystal will rampage. ” "Yes, I think the prophecy that became the advice of our ancestors has happened" "Then, what should we do?"

I stared from her to my father, my eyes trailing to Ambrogrio, before landing on Kaya, gritting my teeth for a moment. She was right, I was soon to be King, I needed to protect my people, I could not fail them as I did before, “what does this so-called prophecy say?” I huffed. "The dragon will destroy us all,” she began, as if reciting from her spells, “he will extinct all those who defy him, all the races that reside in the Sup realm, including your mate, yes- he will leave us to the shadows as we did his people,” she hissed. She had me at mate.

Anger seeps into Naomi’s voice and body language as she talks about her bastard of a mate. “Where is this prophecy from? I’ve never heard of it,” Meredith says. You can see that her gaze has turned inwards. Is she talking to the Goddess, trying to get answers? “It isn’t from the Goddess. Julian’s great-great grandmother was a witch. A seer. The prophecy is one that she foretold, prior to the founding of the Meteoric Rise Pack,” Arya says. “So…” Confusion causes Zak’s eyebrows to bunch, his mouth to turn down. “Does that prophecy hold any weight?”

Multiple sets, moving with precision and all male from the sound of their feet running towards them. "What prophecy?" Maya demanded, her voice cracking as the golden light around her intensified, casting strange shadows across the ancient chamber. "The Convergence," Vivienne answered, her eyes reflecting Maya's glow. "Once every thousand years, a light dragon is born who can unite all seven bloodlines. A nexus of power so profound it can either heal the rifts between our kinds or..." She hesitated.

The prophecy. “The child born of fire and blood,” I whispered, “will either unite the fractured line… or destroy it.” “And you believe this child is the one?” “I know it.” I tapped the tapestry. “The witches said the signs had returned. Moon turning red. Blood sickness rising in the eastern packs. Dreams of fire. Shadow beasts near the borders. The cycle begins again.” Gareth didn’t answer. He knew better than to argue with prophecy. “The Dravens think they can use shadow magic to outlast us,” I muttered. “But this child will be the weapon they never saw coming. With her blood and my name—” I paused, correcting myself. “—our name… we will reshape the world.”

Well, I don't feel like be is, but that doesn't mean it’s not safe, either. “You have dragon blood. I smell it in your bones. Your grief has cracked the veil.” Dragon blood? I'm only bonded to one. “What do you mean?” “When the Dragon-Blood mourns the Unchosen,” the Dremari says, “the Boundless Ones will rise.” Okay, now, I'm totally confused. The prophecy coils in my mind like smoke, refusing to solidify. “Is this because of the trials?” I whisper. “The vow? The Hollow Bond?”

Eric grabbed me and pulled me close as the ground broke open, exposing a gulf of whirling fire and shadow. "Kyara!" he said, his voice breaking through the commotion. But before I could answer, the figure burst out laughing, harsh and victorious. "You've only delayed the inevitable," it replied, its shape floating over the chasm. "The prophecy never addressed salvation. It was about devastation. "And now it begins." The earth collapsed beneath us, and the last thing I saw was Eric's hand reaching for mine as the abyss took us whole.

“I understand, Alpha, that the prophecy is not settling well with you. Honestly, it is not settling quite well on my end, either. I am married to my destined mate, and we are expecting our first hatchling. Dragons are faithful creatures, and I have no intention of disrespecting my queen, not even over a prophecy.” I nodded in understanding. “Don't worry; no prophecy will expect you to break such a sacred bond. When my Luna took my hand in hers, she unlocked a power that was granted to me by the Moon Goddess. I have the gift of seeing the future, and your prophecy is referring to our unborn pup and your female hatchling.” I assured him, and both Peter and David relaxed. “Oh! come on, don't te

One particular prophecy had been scrawled at the bottom of an ancient ledger, barely legible beneath layers of dust: "When the river runs dry and shadows rise, blood will bind what fate divides. A Nightshade’s choice will seal the future, but the past must awaken first." I stared at the words, heart pounding in my chest. The river. The dam. The prophecy had already begun. The knock on my door startled me from my thoughts. Draven stepped in, his presence steady and grounding as always. “The elders are waiting,” he reminded me. “They expect answers about the dam and what we’re going to do next.” I nodded, though my mind was still tangled in Elara’s warning. "I need to know more," I murmured, b

“The stirring beneath the earth. The shadow is older than dragonfire.” Verath’s jaw tightened. “Then tell us what it is.” Myrra gestured to the table. A large stone tablet rested there, covered in ancient script. She brushed her fingers across it, and the symbols faintly glowed. “This prophecy predates your crown,” she said. “Before dragons chose kings… before Ashenrealm took its name.” Elara leaned closer, heart pounding. Myrra read aloud: “When ash forgets flame, and flame forgets sky,