On My Block Prophets Novels & Stories

"What is that?" "I do not know myself, but he said the Tether is the only person who knows every detail and occurrence of the Prophecy. Every important date, death, and birth. He said someone sent word to him that there was a Tether, and he thinks it is a hybrid. He thinks the Tether is one of us, his captives." "And he thinks my brother and his mate are close to finding this Tether. Unbelievable." Zoey recited. "So I guess we all agree that Zoey is the Tether," Prudence nodded. "They are trying to find her."

"Mate bonds are promises about futures we hope to build. For most wolves, those futures are unknown—we trust and hope despite uncertainty. But for prophets, futures are visible. Kael and Meera don't just hope for good futures together—they've seen them. They've chosen specific timelines deliberately, decided those futures are worth making real through committed effort." She turned to me. "Kael, what do you offer Meera?" I presented the prophetic crystal. "I offer clarity. Help in developing your gift, in seeing futures with precision. I offer partnership in navigating probability, in choosing which timelines we manifest. I offer certainty about one thing—that in every timeline where we're to

he said. "They can't even say anything to me, because there is some kind of magic that prevents them "I retorted, exposing my teeth. "I'm not interested in hearing your master's word. Don't want to convert me!” "It's not a magic that prevents them from being honest. It's a prophecy.” "What kind of prophecy?”

So, it’s just a snack, a taste to keep my energy up during our set. I smirked as I perused the selection—so many options. I spotted Zeke and Rune among the protesters. Yes, it’s 2029, and there are STILL narrow-minded people who think their religion and ‘morality’ should dictate what others do. It’s why, especially in June, my bandmates and I target those fuckers, and we aren’t nice about our feeds either. Rune instigated the protestors, not with words. No, that little shit was in their heads, fueling their ignorant peanut brains with rage. It worked as the protestors started getting more vocal.

6 feet 4 or what? "Unlike some stupid people who call deaths of thousands in history, a lie. I do believe in it." Alexandria feels her anger flaring. He was referring to her, this bastar*! " It was not the right time 18 years ago. The Prophesy just started back then. When the time comes,the death of millions is inevitable." "The Prophesy will come true but in due time." Mrs Fernandes nods, looking impressed. To keep aside the book and ask him, curious to know more.

Lucian said quietly, fingers still wrapped around mine. “No,” I said, a chill already coiling beneath my ribs. “That’s not her. Not anymore.” His eyes narrowed. “Then what is it?” “Something wearing her bones.” She tilted her head, birdlike. In another world, that movement might’ve seemed curious. Here, it was a threat without motion. The Tower groaned louder. I tasted iron on the wind. “You are late,” the Prophet said, voice soft as old silk unraveling. “I wasn’t invited,” I replied. My voice stayed steady. Somehow.

Just questions—never-ending, terrifying inquiry. "Kyara," he continued softly but firmly, "we need to figure out what's going on with you." If Victor is correct and there is a prophecy, we need to grasp what we're dealing with. I nodded, but my mind was racing. How could I understand something that did not make sense? A prophecy? A power I didn't ask for? The entire concept appeared absurd, like something out of a twisted storybook. Yet, deep within, I felt its reality like a slow-burning flame. There was something ancient and dangerous inside of me.

Suddenly, the green one was the problem too. A thought started forming in the back of my mind. Before I could speak, Melanie shut Astrid down. "Astrid, I already told you yesterday. We don't do this. We're medical professionals. We trust science." With her speaking up, the tension eased. People started nodding along. "Yeah, Astrid. You're new, so maybe you don't get it yet. What happened yesterday was rare, but it happens." "Both of these buses are from reputable companies. Nothing's going to happen. Relax."

“We’ve increased the border patrols and fortified the outer defenses. The army now carries silver blades infused with blessed salt to repel the witches’ spells.” Another elder interjected. “And yet it’s not working! Every day, more of our men die. You promised the union between Bloodmoon and Silvermoon would bring divine protection. The Moon Goddess herself was supposed to favor us!” I pressed my palms against the door, heart pounding. Elliot’s tone hardened. “I made no promises. The prophecy did. And I done everything it required, the alliance, the ceremony, the vows...” “The power hasn’t come!” Elder Rowen snapped. “The rogues have real power. They move like shadows. They don’t die like be

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.