Prologue Novels & Stories

And he said to me, "It is finished. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. The Beginning and the End, to whoever thirsts I will give him freely from the fountain of the water of life. Revelation 21;6 Prologue 02. Countdown 03. The premeditated blood 04. Tomorrow waits for no enemies 05. Back to the past 06. The police's first steps 07. Fate reveals them 08. The Devil's tracks 09. Desperate measures

“Then we listen carefully.” They gathered in the sanctuary, scroll laid bare on the altar. Lucien didn’t read it aloud. He translated it in silence, letting the runes speak through breath. The flamekeepers watched, their stones pulsing faintly. Luna placed her hand on the scroll. It flared in response. “It knows me,” she whispered. Lucien nodded. “It knows what’s coming.” The prophecy described a force born of rhythm but devoid of memory. A mimic. A shadow. Something that could echo

Kael saw it too. His expression changed instantly. “The bond…” I tightened my grip on Leah unconsciously. “What bond?” But the old man did not answer immediately. He stared at the blood spreading beneath our feet. Then finally whispered. “The prophecy has already begun.” He declared, “Finish the ritual, Child!”

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

he asked curiously. "Huh, First let me introduce myself. I am Baba Farra Fanga II, teacher of Retter, your father. I know all the ins and outs of your family. Your uncle has a strong ambition to rule the world. In an ancient book, it was written, conquering the world started from Arica City. The people there have great potential to rule the world. This book is known only to the Lochirous family." "Only the descendants of Lochirous who refused to rule the world could gather everyone in the city of Arica. And it's you Noah."

Before Chase could snap back, the air shifted. Every flame in the hall flickered. The runes burned into the broken floor began to glow. Fia gasped. “Mama… something’s happening.” I felt it too. A pressure. A pull. Like the world was leaning toward us. The runes flared bright red. Then a voice filled the hall. Not loud. Not soft. Everywhere. “THE PROPHECY CANNOT BE CHANGED” My heart slammed against my ribs. Lucian took a step forward. “Show yourself.”

Her eyes darkened, her tone carrying something deeper than her own words, like the Moon Goddess herself spoke through her. “Listen to me, child. You are the key, not Elliot, only you carry the thread of prophecy. That cannot be undone. Do not reveal your identity yet. Shadows crawl everywhere, enemies hide in every hall, behind every whisper. They hunt for the Luna of prophecy. If they find you before your time, they will tear you apart.”

Bojan, ever the pragmatist, knew that navigating the currents of chaos demanded subtlety and resolve. As the night unfolded its mysteries, Callista and Bojan embarked on a journey, guided by the subtle dance of stars and the echoes of prophecies. In the corridors of the unknown, they sought the threads that, once pulled, might unravel the enigma surrounding Maximus – a man bound by birthright and burdened by the legacy of gods and kings.

With every step they take, they are one step closer to understanding not only the hero's journey but their own place within the enchanting narrative that binds them all. Guided by the delicate threads of destiny, the new character embarks on a journey of revelation, stumbling upon cryptic prophecies that seem to resonate through the tapestry of time itself. Their steps lead them to forgotten scrolls and hidden chambers, where the whispers of the past intertwine with the promise of the future. Vague verses, penned by seers long gone, dance across parchment, each word a delicate brushstroke in the painting of fate.

Not backward. Upward. Higher into the sky. Until they vanished beyond sight. Disarmed. Dropped harmlessly into the ocean far from land. A collective breath released across the globe. Elias stepped toward her slowly. “That’s who you are,” he said. “You choose.” For a moment, it seemed like he had reached her. The gold light surged brighter than ever before. The red dimmed. The Progenitor stiffened. Warning flashing across its expression. “Primary consciousness destabilizing,” it said urgently.