Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e

"See? What did I tell you? You're only humiliating yourself by calculating that. Now, enough stalling. Either pay up, or let's set a day for the wedding right now. Then I'll have a share in the McCain fortune, too!" In her dreams. The threats, the manipulation, and the weaponization of my reputation to force me into marriage were all just her way of trying to secure a share of the McCain fortune. To people like her, the only thing that mattered was profit. Seeing that Solana had gained the upper hand, Tyson immediately wrapped an arm around her again. "I told you he only got close to you for the money, Lana, but he still vehemently denied it. Once you get this million dollars, your company's

I had been with this company since graduation. The salary and benefits they initially promised evaporated the moment I joined, but at least the promotion path was clear. I worked step by step to become a supervisor, believing that as long as I gave everything to the company, someone would eventually recognize my efforts. Instead, because I didn't bow to the right person, they had no problem cutting me down. I returned to my desk and opened the smart system. I was typing lines of code when a notification popped up. "Pre-Christmas sales will begin early."

“Whispers are often the tools of those who fear to speak plainly. I prefer data. What is it you wish to measure?” A faint, approving glint sparked in his frosty eyes. Directness, it seemed, was a currency he understood. “The prophecy is a compass, not a destination. It points to a potential. A nexus of power that could unify or unravel. We,” he gestured subtly to the silent figures by the fireplace, “are the stewards of that potential. We observe. We weigh. We ensure that should a true heir rise, she is not a weapon of chaos, but an instrument of order.”

I whispered. “You’re everything.” I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but he stopped me with a thumb to my lips. “No. You don’t get to downplay it. Not after you stood in a circle of gods and survived.” My heart stuttered. “I saw the prophecy,” I said quietly. “It’s not about just surviving. It’s about reigning.” Link nodded. “Then we build your throne.”

the fortune teller sighed in disbelief. Without hesitation, the pregnant woman nodded. "Yes. After all, if we think about it carefully, your lies weren't that bad either. Thanks to the prophecy, we increased our vigilance. If we didn't tighten the security, maybe … more lives will be lost,” Mia nodded, trying to look tough. "Is that true?" "Yes, that's right," Julian interrupted, clearing the remaining doubts of the woman in black. “From now on, stop thinking about that prophecy. It's time for you to leave it in the past."

“Yes, we’re good.” He nods, turning to leave. “Oh, before you go. Look at this.” I pull the Book of Prophecies to the edge of the table, running my fingers along the edge of the top left corner that has changed colors. “What do you think it means?” I ask. He runs his fingers over the area that has changed from gold to iron color. “I think the book is letting us know that you have fulfilled the first prophecy, Lily.”

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.

Placing my hand gently on her waist, I awaited her words with a warm smile on my face. “During a meeting with a prophet, she shared a prophecy about an upcoming big decision you would have to make.” She said as she paused for a moment before continuing. “According to her, you would soon receive an offer involving a substantial amount of money and some important documents. She strongly advised you to accept the offer, as it would ultimately benefit both you and the company in the long run. Additionally, the prophet also warned you about a potential betrayal from someone who might try to disrupt the opportunity. She advised you to ignore such individuals.” Jennie explained.

If I didn't trust the gift of prophecy so much I'd be questioning if my brother could really betray the pack. Cassidy said that the prophecy revealed that Paul has been scheming with the Silverhair pack. I do not know why the Gods have favored us, but our pack is the only pack with a prophecy wolf. Only a few of us pack leaders know about the gift. It has always been that way. That being said, perhaps there are other packs with a prophecy wolf that they do not talk about also. Anything is possible.