Jade Mountain Prophecy Novels & Stories

He felt the weight of destiny upon his shoulders, knowing that their actions would shape the path laid out before them. As the significance of the prophecy sank in, Miguel's sense of purpose intensified. He recognized the need to protect and nurture their child, to stand strong as a pillar of support for Sasha and their growing family. The words of Jude carried a sense of urgency, igniting a fire within him to rise to the occasion and fulfill the prophecy's purpose. Together, Sasha and Miguel delved into deep conversations, exploring the nuances of the prophecy and its potential implications. They sought guidance from the wisdom of the Violet Moon's teachings, delving into ancient texts and

she whispered. “Then I’ll just have to keep them all.” She smiled through her tears. Outside, the clouds parted just enough for a sliver of sunlight to touch the lodge. And for the first time since the prophecy began, Baylee didn’t feel cursed. She felt alive. --- Far beyond Silverveil, Jade felt the shift. Her vessel trembled as she laughed, low and sharp. “A child,” she whispered. “Oh, little Moon, you’ve outplayed the goddess herself.”

He continued, “Fifty years ago, following the curse of the island by the witch concubine Xima, my great grandfather sent for ascetics and hermits to find out the solution to Xima’s curse. But no matter how much they tried to connect with their powers to seek a way out, they found nothing. But nineteen years ago, on the fifteenth lunar day of the ghost month, a prophecy was told.” Jade sensed an icy shiver plummet down her spine. The date the king had just mentioned was no other than her birthday, and she was nineteen years old this year, so- Did this prophecy have something to do with her birth? The question roamed about her head. Everyone was silent following the king’s announcement.

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

The mountain lion’s carcass lay several yards away, but I tried not to look at it. I didn’t sleep. All night, I thought about the vision I’d had five years ago. I had thought about it a hundred times before, turned it over and over in my mind until it became smooth like a stone polished by the tide. I had looked at it from every angle and I had never found a way out of the Moon Goddess’s prophecy, but I had also never found a real reason to follow it. And even now, I still didn’t see one. There had to be another way. I pulled the heart-shaped ruby out of my pack and studied it. Was this the way to save Andrei and stop the darkness before it spread? Or was this all part of the Moon Goddess’s

He looked at me with eyes of pity. I hated that, and I hated what was going on in front of me. “So what do we do?” I asked, “I don't want to end up being killed because you guys don't want the prophecy coming to pass.” “If we wanted you dead we would have left you in town with the wolves,” Gabriel said tiredly. He collapsed on the chair behind him and rubbed his hands together. “It's so fucking cold here.” He complained. “Something here does not make sense.” Darius said, “The prophecy spoke of three mountains and tree rivers.”

“We are going to make quite a team when you get out of there.” “Who are the other prophets? Do you know them?” “I know one of them,” I told her. “Anna. She’s Bernard’s wife, the overseer of the mountain tribe where Joseph comes from. Anna is the prophet of death. If someone she’s seen in passing is going to die soon, or because of a large event that’s going to happen, she will have a vision about it. Their deaths are set in stone and there’s no saving them. You can’t run from fate.”

"When Jade's team fails, maybe we'll pick up the pieces." The werewolf said nothing. But his gaze lingered on Lysar like a silent plea. One Lysar ignored with the same ease she'd ignore a falling leaf. She had bigger games to play. Games that involved shattering Jade Ishola into dust. And maybe—if the gods were kind—watching her drown in the forest long before Kreel. :~*~: - Meanwhile — Jade's POV - Sweat clung to my skin under the mask. My back ached. My legs burned. But I didn’t slow. I couldn’t.

"She still refuses to take off that enchanted ring. Both Priestess Alethaliyah and Greer have foretold that Theodavian Sagedeluna is returning. It does not surprise me for he is a part of the prophecy after all." Dante raised his eyebrow at that. "I did not know that." "It is my own personal prediction," she confessed with a shrug. His Queen finally faced him and looked him directly in the eyes. "You are needed in these pending wars, Dante. Your part in this tale will lead from the beginning and to the very end." He could not keep the surprise from her nor that he believed he ever could. Lady Crystobelle was a master at truth. She gave him a smile with a shimmer of mischievousness in her eye