Novel & Cerita Nightwing Oracle

The next day came, which was the third day of Aimee being in a coma. Lucien, as usual, was in front of her room, but this time he was not in his wolf form. “Good day, Alpha,” I greeted and was about to walk past him when he called me back “Alec.” I turned to him instantly and gave a bow. “Get me the Oracle. I have some questions I need her to clarify” I nodded before walking away. The Oracle was an old werewolf who had a spiritual connection to the moon goddess. They were rarely called unless it was for something crucial. When the Oracle arrived in the castle, Lucien met her in the throne room.

“But before you arrive, you must look inward. For not all who stand with you wish to see you rise.” Silence fell. My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “There is a shadow among your light,” she said, pointing her withered finger toward our group. “A traitor walks beside you.” The fire cracked. Kiran stood. “Who? Tell us who.” But the Oracle merely smiled sadly, knowingly. “Truth reveals itself when the moon bleeds.” Then, as suddenly as she came, she vanished into the trees, leaving behind only the scent of burning myrrh and fear.

" A cold dread seeped into my bones, a confirmation of my worst fears. They weren't just a rogue pack; they were a cancer, a perversion of what we were. "Your mate, Olivia," the Oracle's gaze settled on her, profound and unwavering, "is the true vessel. Her connection to all five elements; Earth, Water, Air, Fire, and the spirit that binds them is unparalleled. She is the only one who can counter the consuming darkness. Her very essence is the purest elemental light, a force that repels corruption. The scar upon her arm is both a wound and a mark of her unique resilience; it signifies that she was touched by their blight and survived, strengthening her core against it."

The Oracle nodded. “The war is no longer about who rules.” “It’s about who remembers.” Aria sat down. “He’s not coming after Emilio anymore,” she said. “No,” the Oracle replied. “He’s coming after your story.” ~~~~~~~~~~ CAIRO — BLACK SUN CATHEDRAL Deep below the dunes, in a chamber of living metal, BLACK SUN opened its first eye. It blinked in glyphs. In whispers. In code. And on the mainframe— A name was overwritten. ARIA MORETTI — DATA: NULL

I don’t understand. I have a child. --- The Oracle wasn’t done. “The shift… your wolf… will only awaken once you are linked. A soul connection. Not just to the land—but to your blood.” “You’re saying…” “Find the child. Link your lineage. Or neither of you will ever shift.” --- I stumbled out into the night, the wind slapping me back into the present. I have a child. My child is out there. Is it Selene, is it Raina No, it couldn't be Raina

I quickly took a step back so they wouldn’t hear me. Finn spoke a bit louder, as if he knew I was here. "Do you know what the oracle saw when she visited Jordan?" Dad growled softly, "she didn’t see anything." "Jordan got drunk one night before he had his wolf, and he told me. Dad, the only thing the oracle said was that he would lose before Luna Nicole stopped her from finishing the prophecy. What if that means losing Izzy?" Dad growled louder this time, "it’s forbidden to talk about it, Finnegan. Now drop it."

But the past few months have indeed seen me gain weight. “There's no benefit for me to deceive you who have nothing. I am one oracle living in the Blood Pack. It's not hard to know you're pregnant because I've been sensing another existence inside your body since I first found you.” An oracle in the werewolf world is someone who can predict the future, see the dreams of supernatural beings, and sense the existence of other creatures. In werewolf history books, we say them to be the link between the human world and the supernatural world. They rarely appear in packs.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

At the center stood a pool of black water, still as glass. Behind it, draped in shadows, was a throne of roots and bone. And on it A woman. Eyes covered in a crimson cloth. Skin gray as moonstone. Hair silver and alive, coiling and moving like mist. The Oracle. She raised a single hand. And all of them dropped to their knees. Not from force. But because the truth demanded it. “So,” the Oracle said, her voice ancient, cracked, but laced with power. “The Marked Luna finally arrives. The storm quickens. The seal breaks.”