Nightwing Oracle の小説・ストーリー

My heart tightened in pain, "Bad luck would always tangle itself on her, especially since she was born from a taboo relationship between a witch and a werewolf. I wanted to keep her to my side until I die, but the oracle said she was bound to meet her destiny, which is something I can't avoid." "What if she dies?! We're talking about Crescent Moon here!" Ryan says in a panicked voice. "I can't do anything about it. The only thing I can give for now is a home she can go back to. Hopefully, when she retrieves her emotions back, she'll be able to understand me a bit better than before." "...But what if she couldn't?" I frowned, "That's not an option Ryan, if she doesn't retrieve her essence bac

"Bring her close enough to hail. Bowmen standing by, but hold fire until I give the order." We watched as the witch stopped short of reaching our walls, close enough that we could speak but far enough away that she could back down if tensions rose. Her face, when I leaned in close, was filled with symbols that moved across her skin, and her eyes were pure black, no white at all. "I am Oracle Ravenna," she stated, her voice filled with supernatural power. "Spokesperson for the Covenant of Shadows, voice of the convened covens. I bring terms." "We don't make bargains with individuals who slay children in their beds," Magnus replied, his tone flat and immovable.

That evening, we were in the dining room, eating dinner with all of Red Moon Pack. After everyone was done eating, I stood up and waited for the room to quiet. When I had everyone’s attention, I spoke up, “Red Moon Pack, I’m so happy to be back with all of you and so is my family. As you all know, our daughter was born. Her name is Jessica Marie. I have something to tell you about her that I need to keep within the pack. She is an oracle. I need all of you to keep this information about her in the pack. If word got out, it would set a target on her and our pack. There are still alphas who would use her abilities for nefarious purposes. Are we all in agreement with that?” I heard the whole pa

The oracle didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she looked at Kayla. Kayla spoke first. “I showed her the images,” she said quietly. Now everyone went still again. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. The oracle finally looked back at me. And nodded. “Yes,” she said calmly. “It was a night devourer.” The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Hector’s jaw tightened immediately, his expression darkening with anger and something deeper—something like dread. Luna Kayla sighed softly, her shoulders sagging just a little, like she had been hoping for a different answer too.

I lay on a large rock by the pond, trying not to think, but my thoughts automatically turn to Zak and Charlie. Suddenly, I hear movement in the forest to my left. Sitting up quickly, I recognize the omega that the Oracle has taken under her wing emerge from the treeline. The one she says will replace her eventually. Meredith. I’ve never actually spoken to her. Great. Just what I needed. “Oh! Future-Beta. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Even in the dark infinite abyss of unconsciousness, I still couldn't find Eros. "Where did you go buddy?" I thought as my consciousness drifted off. _________________________________________________________________________________ *** The Oracle's Cave, Nether Moon Pack *** Whistling while conducting a ritual, the Oracle danced with the stalactite orbs over his head. He was performing a sealing ritual where he would seal a pack member's wolf. His parrot, Jack watched quite bored and unamused as the Oracle danced the somewhat strange dance............ The Oracle's POV~

She’s going to suck the life force out of me! “And why doesn’t it?” I grumble through clenched teeth, trying not to snap my head to Grayson as Jaxson tries to dominate me with just his bloody gaze. “Because Little Wolf, an Oracle’s life-force is endless. God’s created them to be able to talk, see and be possessed by our Deities whenever they see fit. If part of you is an Oracle, then you have nothing to worry about,” he shrugs. “So, if she’s part Oracle, does that mean she used ‘Voca de Oracle’ on her father?” Dylan suddenly questions.

I stared at my reflection: dark hair tangled, silver-gray eyes tired, slender body marked by faint old bruises. My birthday was approaching fast. I was turning eighteen. The age when many wolves fully awakened their stronger forms. I wondered if mine would even come or if I would stay this broken version forever. I closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling me under. The dream came suddenly, like a door cracking open in my mind. Starlight poured across an endless night sky, ancient and glowing with silver fire. Forgotten whispers echoed around me, soft at first, then growing louder. “Heir of the lost line... the Oracle awakens...”

Selene’s voice trembled. “The prophecy doesn’t promise your survival, Ava. It promises one of you must fall.” —THE SACRIFICE THREAD “But there’s more,” Orion said. “A newer vision. Not from the old bloodlines—but from the Oracle you met in Trial Six.” He handed her a sealed box. Inside: a wolfbone pendant, scorched and split down the center. When Ava touched it— She saw a future. Raven standing on a cliff. Blood soaking her dress. One of Ava’s mates—lifeless at her feet.

But her eyes, her eyes burned with an inner fire that made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. "Oracle Thessa," Damon's voice cut through the hushed whispers. He stepped forward, but even he seemed diminished in her presence. "What brings you to Nightfang territory?" The Oracle's gaze swept across the gathered pack before settling on me with laser precision. My breath caught. Those ancient eyes seemed to see straight through flesh and bone into my very soul. "The Moon Goddess calls, and I answer." Her voice was like wind through winter branches—soft yet carrying an edge that could cut. "She has shown me visions, Alpha. Dark times approach, and they center on this one."