Profit Prophecy Novels & Stories

All six of them. The prophecy moved to the background, never forgotten but not obsessed over. With every major milestone, I would look at the prophecy again and see if it was mentioned. The problem with prophecies is that they’re not really clear and you can make most scenarios fit. Cornelius had tried to do that, and it didn’t end well for him. Most times I would close the computer, deciding that I didn’t need to worry just yet.

“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.

"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

“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.

He yanked the door open and stepped into the stairwell, leaving the impossible burn behind. Across the city, in the cold silence of a holding cell, Elias Thorne sat with his head in his hands, waiting for the storm he had failed to stop. And in a forest thousands of miles away, a father named Cuthbert was already smiling, sensing the first ripple of the energy that had just transmuted a Chicago helipad into a monument. The Prophecy wasn't coming. It was here. And it had left a signature that no amount of rain could ever wash away.

“Nor me.” “But what if prophecy—” she began, the word catching in her throat like a splinter. Lucien’s grip tightened with sudden intensity, not enough to hurt—just enough to remind her he was real, here, unmovable. His eyes locked on hers, sharp with certainty. “Prophecy is a warning,” he said, each word precise, deliberate. “Not a verdict.” Rowan nodded into her hair, breath warm against her skin. “And fate bends for the Axis,” he added softly. “Not the other way around.”

At this time, the old man on the stage said with a smile, "This is the Hierophant's prophecy for each major Sacred Lands in the near future. Those who obtain it will gain foresight in the next year, allowing one to outmaneuver and gain before the battle even begins."

“Alpha Gavin said that his uncle threw him out of the pack because he wanted to retire and be with her. I’m sure Gab had automatically went to her when he got thrown out. Why didn’t they end up together? How did grandma Cat end up with Grandpa Fred?” “Because of the prophecy that she unsuspectingly made,” Atticus answered. “Catherine, who was around nineteen or twenty, was still learning the ropes of the gift given to her. The two of them were out on a picnic when she made that prediction. One would know that it is genuine because the person would go into a trance and will act as if nothing had happened after they spoke it out.” “Gabriel talked with her father, who was a Gamma warrior when t

she uttered. "Why apologize when it's not your fault," Kristion spoke at the corner, watching the mates. "Addanc was a prophecy that was bound to happen one way or the other," The Blood Prophecy. Gwen already knew that but she felt terrible and wished she could turn back time or wished she had done something to help but no, throughout the mess, she had been trapped in her subconsciousness and was an impediment to others. "I wish I could turn back time," "But you can't and believe me, everything turned out for the best. Addanc is gone and I will look to it that he will never see the light of the world again,"