Novel & Cerita Profit Prophecy

"I always have multiple motivations. That is how I survived building a territory without pack backing or council approval. By recognizing opportunities others miss and exploiting them before anyone realizes what I am doing." "So I am an opportunity?" "You are a potential partner who could make my organization stronger while benefiting from that strength herself." He looked at me directly. "But I am also not lying about the prophecy connection. I researched it after you manifested. Found texts the council tried to hide. And the destined mate element is real. Not romantic destiny. Strategic destiny. The wolf who bonds with the Silver Queen shapes which path she ultimately chooses." "You want t

meant outcomes varied depending on what synthesis actually achieved when achievement depended on how bonds were wielded through choices made by those possessing capabilities. Through my Eclipse mark, entity pulsed. Acknowledging. Understanding that prophecy was description of potential. Was outlining what became possible when conditions were met. Wasn't dictating what must happen despite conditions existing. Free will remained. Choice persisted. Outcomes were uncertain despite prophecy seeming to ensure specific results through describing circumstances making results possible not inevitable. "It's conditional," I breathed. "Prophecy describes possibility. Not certainty. Gateway CAN open. Tra

“Please, don’t do this. I’m not worth fighting over this way.” Jack flinched as he heard the words Jessica spoke, the negativity she surrounded herself with, and he felt his stomach twist at the idea of the she-wolf thinking herself so unimportant. “Any man would be lucky to have you, Jessica, and we will fight to the death to deserve your love.” Lucas snorted at Jack’s compassionate comment, “Jessica, you have been absent for a decade. If you are the one the prophecy speaks of, the future Queen, then your wolf will respond to the alpha’s challenge.”

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

"But this company is not in the past. It is fighting to stay alive. And the future is not won with force alone. The future is won with strategy. With brains. The proposal on the table is a masterstroke of strategy. You are opposing it because you are unable to look beyond your own play book of the past." He spoke to Victor second. "And you. You talk about scandal as if it's a quantifiable risk. It's fixed. The signal—the only signal there is—is profit. And in my care, this company's profitability has increased by eighteen percent. Can you say the same for your own businesses? Or are you too busy shorting our stock to notice?" The aircraft struck the vessel straight on. A flicker of rage cros

The prophecy. But not the one of doom, but the one of victory. The prophecy states that when a beta wolf mates with a wizard, they'll be born a blue blood. That could have happened to anyone, however, it fell on us. I love your father too much to be away from him because of some prophecy everyone is scared of. They only see the bad side, but your father and I see the good one. There's a hybrid, and possibly, other species of creatures who will go out of their way to get you because of what you are and the power you have. They are cowards! But you are not.

"Come on, old woman, I'm waiting!" Before she began, she took a deep, exaggerated breath. "The prophecy states that the chosen one is the Alpha, born with the gift of telekinesis. He shall be mated to the seventh daughter of the Sun God, Helios. Together, they shall be the most powerful rulers of the supernatural world. They are destined to bear a child that will inherit all the powers of the Sun God." She gazed at me with an expression I couldn't read. "That's it?" I questioned. I felt like there was more to the story than she let on.

The story floated in and out of her head, mingling and infusing with the dreams she’s had of her parents, and the bald priest; she felt shivers run down her spine. “So…” she started, her voice too loud in her ears, “if I go through with your proposal, packs will die.” “But newer, better creatures will be born.” She almost laughed at the glee on his face and etched in his voice; here he was, delighted at the thought of parenting creatures he has no idea of, yet he revolted at the existence of Lycans. How hypocrisy and greed was telling and nauseating, but… her life, and the lives of those who mattered to her were at the mercy of him.

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.

It was the kind of laugh that belonged to someone who had nothing left to lose, someone who'd embraced the darkness inside them completely. "She's mine now," Korran said, and his voice dropped lower, more serious. "And long gone. Even though you tried to keep her from me." Another dark chuckle. "Even you can't stop the prophecy." "You are going to regret this," Damon said, and it wasn't a threat. It was a fact, spoken with absolute certainty. Korran tilted his head to the side, that smirk never leaving his face. "Make me."