Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

“But what does any of that have to do with our current situation?” Elder Winifred stares blankly at Beta Charles for a moment, before leaning back in her seat with an exasperated sigh. “Because, dear Beta…” She pauses to take in a deep breath. “The prophecy mentions a made wolf in it, not a born wolf.” Gasps erupt all around us from the other Elders, a look of fear appearing on their wrinkling faces.

Jack snarled, taking a step toward Matt. Matt didn’t try to defend himself. “I don’t understand how this is possible,” he muttered, looking at Jack. He reached for his shoulders and shook him a bit. “How the fuck is this possible?” Jack’s face reddened. “The prophecy.” “What prophecy?” he shouted. I stared down at my hands as a surge of anger rolled through me. Claws appeared, and I scrambled back in the bed. “Oh my God,” I said through a mouthful of teeth. “Oh my God.”

Surprised, Joanna said, “Are you saying that Carver’s not a fortune teller, but he came across a prophecy somewhere? That can’t be a coincidence, can it?” Samantha shook her head. “If it really is a prophecy, then it’s definitely no mere coincidence. Carver must’ve gleaned some information from the prophecy that compelled him to find Adrian and reveal it. “Actually, Adrian’s path coincided with the prophecy, which should’ve been something close to impossible.” Juno smiled and said, “Which is why prophecies may indeed happen in the future as per foretold. This is something people of the past believed in very deeply.”

I don’t think so as I asked him to keep it a secret. I take a deep breath, “Do you believe in prophetic dreams?” I start with a question to start the waters. "Honestly?" York asks. “Yes,” I say, already feeling small. If he won’t believe me there is no hope for Maverick. “I’ve never heard of someone having real prophetic dreams. Many claim to dream about future events but mostly it’s generic things like someone you love will die. Like all those fortune tellers do. ‘I see someone looking down at you, has someone died with an ‘e’, ‘a’ or ‘o’ in their name?’ All of them are scammers if you ask me.”

I needed more answers first. I nodded with a sigh, leaning against his chest. “And I suppose we should figure out this prophecy of yours, also. In the end, it sounds like we’re better off apart anyway.” “No,” Ferrin said firmly. “That’s not going to happen. We know you’re not the threat now, Willa. That means the prophecy is a warning to both of us. A warning that someone else is working against us. Prophecies can be avoided.” “If you truly believed any of that, you wouldn’t be waiting, Ferrin,” I said solemnly.

Instead of replying, she tsked and shook her head," Marius Fletch, you must think that my IQ is the same as the room temperature. Really? So, a wolf who is known for his greed, cruelty and connivance is to be believed when he says that my mate should not be trusted. I don't know what to say to you other than, if I wanted to smell sh*t, I would have gone to the public washrooms. So..." "I have proof." Marius protested. Saying so, he pulled out a small glass ball. The insides were swirling with a dark smoke as if a voice yearned to come out and speak. Entranced, Crystal wanted to hold the prophecy and extended her hand for it when Erin growled loudly in her head," Blackmagic." Stiffening a bit

“What are you talking about?” “What do you guys know about the 3 prophets of the goddess?” Anna went on to ask, ignoring Joseph’s question. “I know you’re one of them,” Joseph surprised me by answering. “The three prophets of the goddess?” I asked, raising my brows at them. “What does that mean? The Goddess has three personal prophets?” Anna nodded. “The prophet of death,” she explained. “This prophet sees only death and destruction. Once the prophet of death has a vision, there’s no changing the outcome. It’s set in stone. Fate.”

I thought it was broken but I guess even the time here is not on the same page from where I came from. “In your case Lorcé, we are trying to figure out why you don’t have it. A prophecy came down in your name and yet you don’t possess anything that qualifies you to be an Estenaethrian nor a Loriostrian.” Her sorrowful expression pulled me to feel the same way. “Is there a chance that the prophecy is wrong?” I asked. She moved down her eyes to think. “It’s unpredictable. If the prophecy is wrong, this would be the first.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re

' I asked going straight to the point . ' Yes I can . I have a potion that can put you sleep and help you regain your strength faster . But you will be in a deep sleep for about three days . ' he replied . ' I'll take it . Thank you . ' ' I have news from the other place . ' This got my full attention . ' What news ? ' ' Another part of the prophecy has been revealed . ' ' Who ever said there were parts ? Why is this happening now ? ' ' Nephele sent a letter talking about the prophecy . It mainly affects them . '