Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

“First of all, that is rare…I mean that's a weird thing for a beta to have a second chance mate, but—” “What do you mean, bro? Are you trying to say that I cannot have a second chance mate?” “No, I'm not saying that. It would have been a little more easy to agree with had it not been that you heard it from a seer, not even a registered one at that. It could have been a lie for all I care. Do you have any idea how many fakes there are out there? Once they see that you're easy to fool and they've got the money that they need, how hard is it to cook up a prophecy?”

For the first time that day, Sienna felt like she could breathe again. They stayed with her until she felt steady enough to return to her charts. Around midnight… The golden setup appeared. Perfect. Clean. Flawless. She executed the trade—a deep, confident breath leaving her chest. Twenty minutes later, her screen flashed. Profit. Big profit. She didn’t just recover the second 500 million… She doubled it. 1 billion gained. Loss erased. Reputation saved. Account in profit. Sienna covered her mouth with her hands as relief crashed over her body like a wave.

The man who had told me he loved me and the man who had chosen me. And suddenly, the meaning of the prophecy became terrifyingly clear. I could be his greatest prosperity. Or... I could become the reason his darkness returned. I reached toward him. "Kharef..." But my hand passed through the vision and everything disappeared into darkness again. —--------------------

"5 years ago I was wolfless. Last night I was a Thorn Wolf. Today I’m supposed to murder you?" He ran a hand through his hair. "The prophecy is old. 400 years. Nobody’s seen a Thorn Wolf since." "So why me?" "Because you survived Nightfang," he said simply. "Because you didn’t break." He walked to the window. Back to me. "Marcus is pulling the texts. The full prophecy. We’ll know more in the morning." "What if it’s true?" "Then we find a way around it," he said. "Prophecies aren’t law, Alba. They’re warnings."

" While I'm still reading, his DP shows he has come online and I quickly type a reply. "Are you sure this will work? It's been many centuries since the prophecy came out. It's expected that some people would have lost hope, but that doesn't make them ape supporters you know? I'm sure some Alphas, especially the young ones, have never heard about the prophecy. The originals? Yes but not the prophecy. You didn't know about the prophecy yourself until your dad mentioned it. I hadn't even heard about the originals until you mentioned it. One of these young Alphas might be tempted to vote in support of auctioning these lands off just because it's been centuries after the prophecy and the lands th

her unworthiness. Kharl’s breathing slowed dangerously. “What happened after this prophecy?” he asked. One of the warriors answered quietly. “The Luna was discredited. The elders pressured you. The bond destabilized.” “And the shadow?” Kharl asked. The warrior hesitated. “There was no illness. No corruption. Only… removal.” Kharl closed his eyes briefly. Removal. He continued. A vision predicting rebellion if a certain Beta line wasn’t elevated. That Beta later supported Morwen politically. Another prophecy warning of famine if trade routes weren’t redirected—routes that ended up enriching Morwen’s blood allies. Again and again, the pattern repeated.

If Ruvan senses that the prophecy could elevate his own standing or destabilize mine, he might twist it to his advantage, feeding the seeds of doubt rather than unity. The trick will be to present the prophecy not just as a hopeful promise but as a necessity, something we need to survive, to thrive. A future without division, without the constant looming threat of conflict. I need to make them believe that this isn’t just about Alicia and me; it’s about all of us. About the pack’s survival, its strength, and its place in a world that’s rapidly changing.

My father pushed off the wall. "You use your power to bring werewolves, witches, and Hunters together. Create the unity the prophecy talks about—on your terms, in your way. Not through sacrifice or destruction, but through choice." I stared at him. "Can prophecies even work like that?" "Prophecies can be understood in different ways," Vida said slowly. "They're not fixed. They show what could happen, not what will definitely happen. If you decide to use your power to bring people together...if you focus on the main idea of the prophecy instead of the exact details...you might be able to avoid the usual outcomes."

I continued walking my way through the snow going towards the direction of my kingdom. I could've just teleported my way there, but the whispers of gossip the fairies were saying gave me at least a gist of what is going around in the societies of this world. And as expected, our prophetesses have already announced what was to come. Due to this the royalties and other aristocrats are panicking and going haywire. Indeed I have missed a lot during my absence. It looks like I have a lot of work to do once I get back to the castle. *Sigh* How I indeed missed my life back on Earth. The easy-going life of university and relationships.

The light means someone is happy? Alpha turns back to us. “ What do you know about the Prophecy Child?” he asks. What does that have to do with anything? “ It is a myth.” Isabelle said. We have all grown up with stories from the Elders about the Goddess prophecy. Some great being that will unite the packs to bring down Valerose. But no one has seen or heard of this being. “ That is where you are wrong, miss. But I think it would be better if we showed you.” Alpha said. “ If you will follow me,” he said. Stone steps forward “ Yes, follow the Alpha. We need to see this.” I am curious myself but now that Stone is urging me I really want to see.