Jade Mountain Prophecy Novels & Stories

"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."

Standing at the foot of the mountain, one could not see the end of its peak with the naked eye, only the magnificence and grandeur of the spiritual mountain could be observed. “Go ahead, Wyot. Go up the mountain on your own. The Grand Patriarch is waiting for you at the summit. I won’t accompany you,” said Jethro. “Alright.” nodded James. Then, he looked at Jethro and said, “You go and talk to Leilani first. I don’t want her to refuse when the time comes and create any unpleasantness.” After speaking, James’ body flashed and disappeared from the spot. Once he vanished, the smile on Jethro’s face disappeared, and his expression turned solemn.

The further my little mate went, the more my insides felt like they were being burned by volcanic fire erupting from my jealous and saddened heart. Only the first born males in my family knew that there happened to be another part to the prophecy. It would end with me. My family thought Ginny denying my grandfather as her mate would result in the end of the werewolf species, but Ginny apparently prayed to the Moon Goddess herself, begging her to give him a second chance mate. A mate that was a werewolf. I don't know the whole story, but I know that the Moon Goddess spared us and Ginny, a human woman, had been the one to protect us.

I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular. "You’re distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you’re lost in your thoughts." I clenched my jaw. "I’m fine." Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn’t wrong. That girl—Luna—she’s nothing but trouble. You think it’s a coincidence the Revenants are after her?" I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she’s a victim in all of this." He scoffed. "Or maybe she’s the reason it’s all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn’t it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"

Stella rolled her eyes. I found myself staring intensely at her mysterious honey-brown eyes there's something behind them, a secret but it's well hidden. I guess I was staring at them too long because I found said eyes staring at me. "Did something bite you?" Always blunt and straight to the point that's Eva Raye for you'll. "No, why" I could hear the beep in Scott's heart he was lying. "Liar, what was it?" Eva pressed. "I don't know, okay? A mountain lion I guess" He said rolling his eyes.

I pressed my ear against Slade's chest, desperately seeking any sign of life. "Slade," I whispered, shaking him tenderly. "This can't be some sick joke, right?" Turning to Jude, tears streamed down his face, mirroring the anguish in my heart. "No!" I mumbled, my mind racing as I searched for answers. "The prophecy," I whispered, recalling the words the seer spoke during the coronation. Though her predictions were not always accurate, a sense of foreboding gripped me, as if this prophecy was already unfolding.

Chapter 47: The Sovereign Legacy The air in the Swiss Alps was thin and bitingly cold, but as Jade stepped out of the Ares III onto the landing pad of a secluded mountain retreat, she welcomed the sting. It was a physical sensation that grounded her, a sharp contrast to the digital fire that had nearly consumed her mind inside the hive.

The journey to the Clawed Peak was nothing like Elena had expected. The towering mountain loomed before them, its jagged peaks cutting into the sky like claws reaching for the heavens. The air around them felt different—thicker, colder, with a sense of foreboding that seeped into their bones. Every step they took toward the base of the mountain seemed to drag them deeper into an abyss of uncertainty. Elena could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the weight of the prophecy, the fragment in her possession, and the dangers that lay ahead. The closer they got, the more the mountain seemed to pulse with a dark energy, as if it had a life of its own, watching them, waiting.

“But they didn't.” “No. The prophecy explicitly states the five-hundred-year cycle cannot be broken by silver or fire. The moon will always claim her vessel. And the Red Lake shamans have spent ten years digging through the old ruins in the dead zones to find the exact date of the rebirth. They know she is alive. They know she is currently standing inside our valley, completely unaware of what is hiding beneath her skin.”

Anger seeps into Naomi’s voice and body language as she talks about her bastard of a mate. “Where is this prophecy from? I’ve never heard of it,” Meredith says. You can see that her gaze has turned inwards. Is she talking to the Goddess, trying to get answers? “It isn’t from the Goddess. Julian’s great-great grandmother was a witch. A seer. The prophecy is one that she foretold, prior to the founding of the Meteoric Rise Pack,” Arya says. “So…” Confusion causes Zak’s eyebrows to bunch, his mouth to turn down. “Does that prophecy hold any weight?”