Fontaine Prophecy Novels & Stories

"The God of the Sun, Apollo, doted upon me, not as a lover but a child of his own with a radiant personality. One day, as we were walking around the rose garden of the palace, he blurted out a prophecy. "The greedy waters that were pushed back became enraged and soon a tsunami will swallow the delicate flower alive." I tried to ask him what he meant but he just smiled sadly at me and fixed his gaze upon the pure silver rose lying on the bed of red ones. He extended his hand and planted something on my forehead. "This is the best I can do for you." Anxiety grew within my heart. Although I may not fully understand what the prophesy means, my heart keeps on racing, feeling uneasy day by day as

He ripped himself out of the dream, crashing back into his body on the tower balcony. Smoke curled from his skin, his crimson eyes wide. Kade was already at his side, claws unsheathed. “What happened?” he snarled. Lucien clutched his chest, where phantom fire still seared him. He tried to laugh, but it came out ragged, broken. “She’s not a dove,” he whispered hoarsely. “She’s the storm. The prophecy wasn’t about us, it was about her.” Damien stiffened, the storm behind him roaring louder, lightning fracturing the horizon. “Explain.”

mingled with the underlying tension as celestial and earthly beings alike witnessed the cosmic forces at play. As cosmic energies surged, Aurelius uncovered an ancient prophecy encoded within the celestial archives. Conversations in the cosmic academy turned to the revelation, with simple words like "foretelling" and "destiny" hanging in the air. The prophecy spoke of a celestial convergence that would test the very fabric of the united empire and Rome, challenging their cosmic bonds.

"I won't put you on a pedestal for the government to take a shot at." "You don't get it! Ahh!" Elodie gasped, doubling over as a flash of white light pulsed behind her eyes. "He’s screaming, Victor! The Prophet says the mountain is the only ground strong enough to hold the weight of what’s coming. The eclipse... it’s the only window." "Fine. We move at midnight." Victor’s jaw set into a hard, jagged line. "But if a single red dot appears on your chest, I’m burning that mountain to the ground with everyone on it."

“It’s a warning.” I leaned closer, my gaze fixed on the parchment. The symbol of the phoenix, wings outstretched and flames curling around it, was drawn in sharp, deliberate strokes. Beneath it, the words of the prophecy had been scrawled in an old dialect, their meaning clear despite the faded ink: “The bonded pair must rise, or the shadow will consume all. Fear, hatred, and division will call forth an enemy that no strength can defeat alone. The flame of unity must burn, or the world will fall to ash.”

I said. They knew about the possibility of you," Theo said. "The prophecy they worked from was not the version the Veyran use. It was older. More specific." He reached into the bag he had brought and withdrew something I recognized as the same age as the documents in Victor's folder. Old paper. Careful handwriting. He set it on the desk between us. "Read the first line," he said. I leaned forward. The handwriting was formal and old but legible, and beneath the original text someone had written a translation in careful modern script.

When the diagnosis vanished, it revealed one last note at the bottom of the box. It was written in my handwriting, carrying a cold finality he had never seen from me before. "I believe in the prophecy now, Troy."

At the center, an elder with hollowed cheeks and piercing, unnatural eyes stepped forward. "The prophecy speaks once more," the elder intoned. "The child of dusk and moonlight has awakened." A murmur rippled through the gathering. Another figure, shrouded in deep red, hissed, "Then the chains will break soon. The lost will rise again." "But she is unclaimed," a voice countered. "The path is not yet set. She wavers between destiny and defiance." The elder’s gaze turned toward the stone altar at the center of the room, where symbols older than time itself had been carved. "She belongs to us. The first king’s bond cannot be severed. If she does not come willingly, we will ensure she has no choi

Next, they began to recite words of incantations, and speak in strange languages like they were hypnotized. "We'll know why we're here." The voice of our oldest female alpha spoke up. "We're here to witness the holy matrimony of Aurora Devine Wood and Shane Gledova." Each word that came out of her mouth, was accompanied by dead silence. "As the unite today in holy matrimony, may the moon goddess bless and approve of their union, and give victory to our pack." She prayed. As she spoke, my heart froze in silence. I knew what was going to come next.

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.