Fontaine Prophecy Novels & Stories

Four empty years pass between us now, time spent seeing each twist arrive like someone chained down, waiting. Words fall out slow, yet he stays quiet. Fingers touch - then tangle - his grip firm while I name the fear, the hollow nights. Not once does he pull away. “The prophecy… the visions… they’re just memories of a book I read,” I finish, my voice tired. “I’m not a seer. I’m a fraud who’s been cheating with the last page of the story.” Firelight flickers across his face, stillness hanging heavy between us. After a pause that stretches too far, he brings our hands up, lips brushing my knuckles. That soft touch - sudden, quiet - pulls something deep inside my chest.

My heartbeat matched their rhythm , wild, frantic, wrong. “Zylia,” Mason said sharply. “Step back.” “I… I can’t.” The stone flared. The glow spread from my hand to the walls, tracing every mark like fire through veins. A hum filled the air, deep enough to make the ground tremble. Then came the whisper. Not out loud. Not from anyone near me. Not all prophecies speak truth. Some speak choice. I gasped. My knees nearly buckled, but Mason was there, steadying me. His hand closed over mine, warm and grounding. The light dimmed where his skin met mine, the hum softening into silence.

Father Immer knows something, he knows everything so why can't he tell me what is my purpose! “Yes'', he said that made me forgotten how to breathe properly, “The prophecy is different from a clairvoyance, clairvoyance is when I got the chance to see the future like what I saw last night, you are looking for me in this mountain while the prophecy is hard to explain. Five years ago I saw images and letters and those letters, I wrote it in that book unconsciously like someone was possessing me”, he explained while looking into the air. “Blood will shed in your name Calliope as you are the only Valentine left in this world”, he said as I cried in tears. Why do I have to be in the prophecy? Why

I demanded. The figure stepped closer, its presence exuding a menacing aura. “You’re getting too close to things you don’t understand.” I tensed, readying myself for an attack. “What do you want?” The figure’s voice was cold and unyielding. “You and Fiona are meddling in forces beyond your control. You need to stop before it’s too late.” “And why should I listen to you?” I retorted. “You’re the one attacking us.” The figure’s eyes glowed with an eerie light. “You think you can protect her? The prophecy is more than just words—it’s a reality that will shape your future.”

Suddenly, every wolf in the valley howled at once. The sound was terrifying. The air tore open. A massive ring of glowing red symbols appeared in the sky, spinning slowly above us. The prophecy had activated. Every warrior fell silent. Fia screamed. “I see it! I see everything!” “Fia!” Elena grabbed her. “There are two children in the prophecy,” Fia cried. “One is light. One is destruction.” My heart pounded. Lucian’s voice was low. “Which one is which?” She looked at me.

"A prophecy showed me that someone who looks exactly like Dragonking would show up in Enigma City, standing right at the spot where you were during my arrival. The prophecy was so accurate that it even showed me the street you were on and the people around you. It even showed that you’d be gazing at me. That is how I came to look in your direction on the second day I entered the city. I was going to tell you more, but the emperor noticed what I was doing." "Prophecies again… I feel like I've been living my whole life according to a prophecy someone foretold." Adrian clenched his fists, angered at how his life was playing out exactly as prophesied. Someone once prophesied that Juno would beco

“My lord—please—we don’t know—” “You will.” Apollo’s voice broke like volcanic glass. “Or you will die. All of you.” The temperature in the room soared, heatwaves rippling visibly through the air as the stone began to drip molten tears down the walls. Ink on scattered parchments blistered and ran, prophecies and histories oozing into unreadable black smears. A prophet—a trembling, skeletal creature—stepped forward, clutching the edges of her crimson robes. “My King…” she whispered. “I saw something—”

Another pause. "Say it," I said. Petra looked at me directly. "There is a prophecy," she said. "It's very old. We believed it was theoretical — a warning about something that couldn't happen." Her eyes moved briefly to the bassinets, then back to mine. "It can happen," she said. "It did happen." The monitors beeped their steady rhythm into the silence. "What does the prophecy say," Kael said. His voice was very even. Petra was quiet for a moment.

He looks on our table until he finds the Book of Prophecies and he opens it to the first prophecy about me. When he finds it, he reads it quickly then stops, looking up at me. He begins reciting the end of the prophecy. ‘Taken too young, Taken too soon, Her descendent will be mated, To the son of the moon. They will be happy, And together, it's said, They'll bring the return, Of the ones we thought dead.’ Something inside me feels electrified, like only now the words meaning is coming to light. Like the words are swirling inside of me and bonding to me in a way that is similar to how I bonded to Cayd.

Their eyes widened and fear erupted in their body. Brago thought he could argue with him, and paused his steps. He believed it was wise to stand back. “I finally found you,” the man said as he carried Ara in his arms. “Faustus, Faise” he called his giants. They followed him as soon as he called. Everyone could only watch as he left the arena. “The prophecy is here. Red and white,” an old woman's eyes turned dark as she revealed,” The announcer turns d towards the old woman. “Raven, Raven!” he raised his voice.