Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

"It's all just a matter of time now. I can feel it in my bones. The war is coming, and it's coming soon." "God, I hope so," Harry said, his voice weary. "But knowing Anderson—that stubborn, overthinking kid—I'm terrified he'll make a move that complicates everything. One wrong step, and we lose it all." Emily placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "Nothing will go wrong," she said with the kind of certainty that brooked no argument. "If Anastasia's interpretation of the prophecy is correct, we're going to win this war. This time, we end it for good."

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

That quiet faith felt like the warmest light I had felt in years. Seraphine turned toward the crystal still hovering above the restored throne. It pulsed softly, patient. “The prophecy was never meant to predict the future with chains,” she said. “Most wolves misunderstand that part.” Thomas frowned, arms crossed. “I thought that was the entire point of a prophecy. You see the path, you follow it…or doom everyone.”

“What prophecy?” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The truth was dangerous. “The prophecy of the Bound Alpha. It’s an ancient belief. A myth passed down through the generations. It speaks of a bond between a human and a werewolf—two worlds coming together. It’s said that the Bound Alpha will unite both sides, but at a great personal cost.” Isla’s gaze flickered from the journal to me, her expression full of questions. “What does that have to do with my father?”

And yet, he was the only one who understood the weight of this prophecy the way she did. She inhaled slowly, measuring her words. “What kind of deal are you proposing?” Vesper’s gaze didn’t waver. “One that ensures neither of us falls to this prophecy.” Elara clenched her jaw. “You don’t believe in fate, but you believe it’s strong enough to destroy us?” His expression darkened. “I believe in power. And I believe that whoever controls the prophecy controls the kingdom.” A chill ran down her spine. He was right. The prophecy wasn’t just a death sentence. It was leverage.

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.”

Vaida turned and said, "Is everything about him exactly like the prophecy? No deviation at all?" Geoffrey quietly said, "Of course, there's some. When it comes to prophecies, around 70 to 80 percent accuracy is already quite impossible. A perfect prophecy isn't just a prophecy; it becomes fact. Of course, other than the content of the prophecy, I also tested his personality and temperament. Ultimately, I'm sure he's the most suitable candidate." "It's true. Whether it's from his character or his martial arts, he far surpasses any ordinary people. But will someone like him really accept something like fate?"

“I can see your skepticism, and while I fully understand it, I assure you I have looked into every avenue—I’ve traveled down every path, consulted many other Seer’s, and each one point in your direction.” “How can you be sure? What proof do you have that this prophecy is about us?” “The prophecy speaks about a man, a man they call the master of dreams, manipulator of will. Does this not call to you? Do you not feel it’s truth in the very depths of your soul?” His jaw clenched and unclenched as he scoured my face, probing with eyes of homed steel, ready and willing to slice into flesh to find his answer.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it.” The Prophet stepped closer, his presence pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. His gaze bore into mine, like he could see everything—every doubt, every fear, every piece of me that was falling apart. “That’s the thing about prophecy, Seraphina. It doesn’t care what you want. It doesn’t care about your feelings. It doesn’t care about the lives you’ll destroy to get what you think you need. All it cares about is the end result. And in the end, the prophecy will always win.”

“On top of that, how many prophecies just up and rewrite themselves when life goes another direction, causing the first one to be moot?” He shifted uncomfortably, but gave no response. The Unity Prophecy was a special prophecy, so didn’t exactly play by the same rules. I had hoped that as a seer he would have more input for us, but if he did, he wasn’t speaking. I wasn’t too concerned, though. This was a usual tactic of mine, weasel information out of them through bribery. I just had to ask the right questions when they were less focused on the conversation and more focused on the immediate reward. For that reason, it was not an accident that my next ball did not sink.