Fontaine Prophecy Novels & Stories

Selene spoke first, her voice steady, yet filled with the gravity of the truth she was about to reveal. “We’ve found it,” she said, holding out an ancient scroll, its edges worn with age. “A prophecy recovered from the Watcher ruins. It speaks of you, Caitlyn. Of your return.” Raymond stepped closer to Caitlyn, his hand instinctively finding hers. He had seen the change in her, felt it in every fiber of his being. But hearing the words from Selene’s lips made the weight of it all even more real. Selene unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the text. “When the One Who Returned chooses love over legacy, the chained shall rise not to destroy… but to demand balance.”

“Dad—” Alfred lifted a hand, cutting him off. “You may be a guest in my kingdom, like my son promised, but this matter extends far beyond hospitality.” His gaze flicked back to me. “You are the child of prophecy—the one who, according to your legend, will bring ruin on your kind.” The air in the room turned colder. Lloyd’s hand twitched against his knee, and I felt Beck’s gaze sharpen beside me. I clenched my jaw. “I never asked for any of this,” I said softly. “I didn’t choose to be the prophecy’s pawn.”

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.

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.

She said good morning to everyone and kissed my cheek. "Okay since everyone is here let's begin" My mother clapped her hands to get everyone's attention "As you know yesterday was the full moon and some of us went wild" my father stated. "As of the result, someone was bitten" We all gasp out. "What?" Lynn shouted out. "Who did it?" Lucien asked looking at all of us suspiciously. "It wasn't me" Mila and Chloe answered. "No, it wasn't because the person who bit him is an Alpha and is sitting right in this room being quiet" My father drifted off and look at Peter.

The taller Elder stated,“The prophecy foretells of an omega whose soul shines brighter than the sun and whose heart is purer than the first snowfall. This chosen one will bring balance to the warring packs and unite the alpha and omega clans, ushering in a golden era of peace and prosperity.” I frowned, seeking clarity. "So, is this prophecy myth or reality?" The shorter elder's expression turned stern. "Ignorance makes a man foolish and blinds him from what's before him." Before I could respond, the two elders stood up and left, leaving us stranded. I wanted to protest, but the younger mage sat beside us, his friendly tone a welcome change. "What questions do you have? I'll answer," he offe

" I quickly translated the next five sentences in my head—five sentences that our kind seemed to forget when they recited the prophecy. "No iron. No silver. No aconite. A child of two worlds. The child will unite." "How many years ago was this prophecy written?" Sylvain growled almost angrily. "Too long ago. We would have to dig into our archives to figure out just how long but it was written when the Old World still existed," my eyes skated over the words once more and I groaned, "you don't think..."

He yanked the door open and stepped into the stairwell, leaving the impossible burn behind. Across the city, in the cold silence of a holding cell, Elias Thorne sat with his head in his hands, waiting for the storm he had failed to stop. And in a forest thousands of miles away, a father named Cuthbert was already smiling, sensing the first ripple of the energy that had just transmuted a Chicago helipad into a monument. The Prophecy wasn't coming. It was here. And it had left a signature that no amount of rain could ever wash away.

“AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.” “ENRICH BY THE KNOWLEDGE OF ENLIGHTEN.” “BRING BACK THE FALLEN AND ALL WILL BE UNCLEAVED.”. The prophecy sent chills and fear to all Fantasians throughout Mundo da Fantasia… And— “Manuel Kagura Anastaciao! Wake up! You will be late to school! You still have a performance today, don’t you?” Mom shouted like an alarm clock waking me up from my deep slumber.

He said nothing—only stared, waiting. A silence stretched between them. Not from awe. Not from fear. But from prophecy. “A child shall be born from your flesh, Damien di Valtor,” the god whispered, eyes gleaming one last time with the flicker of divine foresight. “A vessel of Stillness. Of me. Of peace… or ruin.” Damien’s jaw tightened, but still, he did not answer. The god tilted its head weakly, a grotesque imitation of pity in its smile.