Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I don’t care what Jeric says,” I retorted. “The prophecy is a myth, a story to keep people in line. It’s nothing more than a distraction.” “Is it?” he challenged, standing from his chair slowly. “You don’t think it holds any value?” I met his gaze, unwilling to back down. “What are you getting at?” He stepped closer, the air around us growing heavier. “You may not believe in the prophecy, but others do. And right now, it’s giving Jeric a dangerous level of influence. He’s going to use it to seize power if you don’t stop him.”

“I don’t know who I am… not entirely.” Elara shifted closer. “You’re the daughter of prophecy, and the sister I nearly lost. You’re mine.” Eluna’s eyes shook with tears. “I’m scared. Scared I’ll break again. I can’t ask the prophecy to fail twice.” Elara kissed her forehead. “I don’t want prophecy to define us. Just—to guide us.” Eluna managed a wry half-smile. “Easy for you to say.” Elara turned to scan the tablets. One glyph glowed faintly under her touch. “This says… ‘Unity above sacrifice.’ We were supposed to choose each other.”

“I’m investigating if one of them could be a possible spy, so raising up suspicions about the prophecy is probably not a good idea now.” “It makes sense,” Max nodded. “Do you really think there’s a spy here?” “There’s the only explanation for why Farkas would know about the prophecy at all,” Ace replied. “But the prophecy is old, for what we can tell. So, maybe he also has resources to have discovered about it,” Max observed.

"You have me. Whatever happens, whatever you become, you have me." His head found my chest, for a time, none of us spoke a word. My brain continues to process everything, from how it all started, How it all started… I jerked, "The prophecy," I whispered. "The one of the two true alphas. What does it mean?" "What prophecy? “You mentioned it before you passed out, about the prophecy of two true alphas… does it have to do with anything." “I…I no,” “Tell me the truth milo!”

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

Kristy’s POV After Axel leaves with Nova I’m seething from anger. How did that little bitch get so lucky I’ve put her down every chance I’ve got he’ll I was about banished from beating her and starving her while her dad was with the alpha for a week straight. I’m so mad I need to call my boss n find out what his plan is once she turns 18. As soon as the thought POs into my head my phone is ringing and I look at the contact. Great I didn’t mean right now god damnit. I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely

“You‍ promised! It was in the c⁠ontract!” “The contract,” h‍e bit out⁠, his own control fraying, “is a p‌iece of paper. Thi‍s is reality. Your loy‍al‌ty to a man who sold you is a weaknes‍s Thorne will‍ exploit again a‌nd again‍.‌ I w‍i‍ll not let your sentimen‌tality tank a billion-⁠dol‌lar merger.” “My s⁠entimentality?” A harsh, broken laugh escaped he‍r. “You call basi‌c human decency sentimentality⁠? He is my father!”

The kind of man who dealt in problems that didn't appear on medical charts. I remember him walking through our front door—a thin man in a thin coat, carrying something that smelled like old churches. He barely glanced at the bassinet. Instead, his eyes found me across the room and stayed there, unblinking, like I was the only thing in the house worth his attention. Your daughters' fates are tangled, he'd said. This one—he pointed at me—she's feeding on the younger one's life force. Draining her. If they remain under the same roof, the baby won't see twenty-five.

she stretches a hand out. Gingerly, I take it, allowing myself to be tugged back to the bed. “I will find out the loophole. When it comes to prophecies like this, there is always a loophole,” she promises. Tears burn at the back of my eyes. “This doesn’t sound like a prophecy, it sounds like fate.” “True. But prophecy reveals fate, and prophecies could be wrong.” A tear finally falls, and a choked gasp spills from my lips. All the years I’ve lived rush into my mind.