Fontaine Prophecy Novels & Stories

“I’m not mad at you, baby. Quite the opposite. I’m proud of you.” “You are?” I whispered breathily. He nodded. “The prophecy was true after all. You really would be our victory.” A child will be born of titanium blue Scarlet red in all her glory Listen for every word is true She would be your victory. “How so?” “You just unlocked the answer to a question I had been pondering over for a while.” He got up from the bed and adjusted his slacks and shirt as I watched him. “You’re speaking in parables, Dante.”

It can only mean one thing, she is the true Queen that my prophecy speaks of. I shuffle through the pieces of paper on my desk until I find the one that I am looking for. The paper glows brightly in my hands as I watch the Fae symbols transform into a language that I can understand. I read my prophecy in silence before crumpling the paper angrily in my hands. The flicker of the candle on my desk catches my eyes and I know what needs to be done. Lifting the prophecy to the flame my eyes glow brightly as I watch the paper become engulfed in orange flames. I toss the burning prophecy into the cold fireplace behind me and watch until the paper is nothing but ash. I then grab the prophecy

“It spoke in the voice of the bond.” Beyoncé cursed. “It knows what we are. It’s been waiting for us.” The mist wrapped around the edges of the crater and began slithering up the broken towers. Wherever it touched, the stone blackened, cracked further. “We need to leave,” Kale said, stepping forward. “Now.” But I stood frozen, staring into the broken seal. Not all of us shall reign. The prophecy wasn’t just about unity. It was about power. About succession. About choice.

I am intent on taking all the proper measures for it to be stopped. The audience was taut for a couple of minutes before Chloe's second announcement. "I can't bring myself to stop it.". No one can. The prophecy remains.' She moved away from him and walked toward the door. "We'll see who gets to her first, Fabian." It made her uncomfortable. You or the Silverfang.". She stood at the back of the door, and I felt her words come back to haunt me.'". My mind was racing. A prophecy. The Oracle Wolf. The Silverfang Pack. The rhythm could not be stopped, as Fabian yielded.

Jason asked again, his voice steady but tinged with uncertainty. The woman held up a hand, urging silence. "I am Selene, a prophet of the pack. I've come with a warning that affects you all." "Prophet?" Natalie scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly. "What do you know about our lives? We don't need your prophecies or whatever nonsense you're spouting!" Selene fixed her piercing gaze on Natalie. "You underestimate the power of fate, child. What I bring is not nonsense; it is the truth that you cannot see. There are forces at play that threaten not just your relationship but the very fabric of your pack."

“This place is… nice.” “Yes, this is my cottage. I lived here a long time before leaving to protect the two of you.” Astra said as she waved her hand to unlock the door. “The place is a little dusty but still intake.” She sapped her finger, and the dust sucked into an invisible vacuum. “We will be safe here. There is a protection spell over half the forest.” “Wait, are we staying here; what about mom?” Angelica was confused and worried. “You have to learn how to fight, how to control your powers. You are not ready for a fight; you got lucky with Jack.”

"No, she didn't. I learned everything from Onyx, she told me I was the reincarnation of Isolde. Did you know that, Mom?" The woman nodded. "Those who know about the reincarnation of Isolde and the blood Prophecy can't be trusted, Onyx is an exception because of her father who was one of Addanc's worshippers. She was just a little girl then and she was very fond of you when you were a baby. She can be trusted," she smiled at the memory of little Onyx always coming to the pack house to get a glimpse of baby Guinevere.

“Seems you... you're not guilty of using dark magic.” Elliot’s gaze lingered on me, sharp and restless, his jaw working as though he was grinding down words before forcing them out. “One piece of advice, Liora, don’t be so foolish as to believe anything that fraud said. The prophecy is true, but it was never about you. It was always Ariana.”

Call upon me when in need. I'm always watching over you. How long will it take for this prophecy come to pass? Can two teenagers that come from completely different backgrounds bring the balance and harmony to the world as Selene has promised? What if they don't like one another despite the mate bond and the prophecy? If they can't get along with each other, there certainly is no hope for the rest of them.

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re