Dragonet Prophecy Novels & Stories

“This isn’t about me.” “Let’s move on,” Caleb said, sensing Izzy was getting upset. “Izzy was wondering if Cornelious could be the dragon that is mentioned in the prophecy. If he was the one that Nahum contacted after having the prophecy, it makes sense that he’s involved somehow. Or at least Nahum thinks he is.” “I’d agree with that,” Johan said. “The moons must mean the werewolf community. That’s a pretty obvious translation of that.”

He heard everything that the fairy goddess has said. 'What kind of prophecy is this? I don't know anything about it. She said the dragon Relic has gifted its powers to three people. Who are those three? Obviously the princess is one among the three. Then who are the other two. Why did she say that the other two has Dragons as protectors? Because the Relic belongs to them, so the protectors are Dragons?' Koni is thinking. 'If this Drake is Princess Nyra's Protector, then if I kill him, then I can easily kill Princess Nyra and find a way to absorb her powers in to myself' Koni planned.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

Cayd asks. “The prophecy is a bit harder to decipher. But this,” Buppig says, slapping a book on the table that is so large and heavy that it makes the table shake as dust rises from the book. “This is the history of the Drache line of dragons.” “The Drache line?” I ask. “There were many lines of dragons, clans if you will. Drache was one. A very ancient, very powerful dragon line,” Aolis says. “They were known as the protectors, lass. Just like that line in the prophecy, ‘she who protects’. It makes sense if you’re descended from the Drache line of dragons," Buppig says.

Zack and I moved as one, our combined power blasting the creature away, but Drake collapsed, his ice-blue eyes rolling back. "Drake!" I tried to reach him, but three beasts blocked my path. "Stay with Zack!" Drake gasped, fighting to stay conscious. "The triad needs Alpha and Luna together. I am... just the catalyst." "Stop talking like you are expendable!" I screamed at him. "But I am." His smile was bloody but genuine. "I already died once. Already got my second chance. You two... you are meant for something greater. The prophecy—" "What prophecy?" Zack demanded.

I hesitated, then forced it out, “…not *natural*.” Cain scoffed. “Power or not, she’s still Kael’s little mate. Just a pretty face with a pup inside her head.” I turned toward him sharply. “That pup will tear your throat out if you underestimate her.” Draven’s mask tilted as he studied us both. “She is not just a mate,” he said. “She is the first thread of a divine prophecy. Her spirit is not entirely of this world.” That sent a chill through me. Draven continued.

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

“The prophecy was clear. If the Alpha takes Zylia as his mate, his pack will fall under ruin.” I felt the words cut through me. “You know nothing about that.” “Oh, but I do. It was read aloud that night at the mating ceremony. I know all about it” Her lips curved. “What the prophecy means is that your bond with her disrupts the balance. The Moon cannot favor one heart when her will belongs to all. So, if your pack must be saved…” She let the silence stretch. “You must take another.” The Priestess’s fingers tightened on her staff. “She twists the sacred text, Alpha. Do not listen.”

He wouldn’t even have a scar. “If I had meant that to be a fatal blow, you would be dead,” I corrected. He looked thoughtful. I expected him to challenge my statement, but he didn’t. He ignored it, which made my blood boil. “The priestess has had visions in the past—that’s where our prophecy comes from,” he explained. “But now, she sees your prophecy as well, and she doesn’t know which is correct. Or if they both are,” he added with a frustrated sigh. “So, you didn’t really learn anything,” I said with a smirk.

Malrik’s voice sharpened. “Of course it does. It’s been waiting for them.” Ronan turned on him instantly. “Waiting?” Malrik finally looked away from Aria and back toward the Lycan King. “The prophecy isn’t about your crown,” he said. “Or even her power.” His gaze shifted to the children. “It’s about ending that.” The creature took a step forward. The ground cracked beneath its weight. The fortress walls trembled. “And it knows,” Malrik continued quietly, “that the only beings capable of destroying it… haven’t even been born yet.”