Prologue Novels & Stories

Waiting. A chill crawled down my spine. This was not over. The world thought Kaelus was the end of my story. They were wrong. He was only the prologue. And the true war had yet to begin. And as the first howl of that unseen presence echoed across the valley, I felt the pull of destiny tighten once more. Not a chain this time—but a summons. The beginning of something greater, darker, inevitable. My story was no longer one of survival. It was prophecy.

CHAPTER 25 Sacramentum Et Misaria Author's Voice And behold, as rumored, the second prophecy shall arise by the downfall of one. A prophecy more catastrophic, one which man has never seen before. First Person Narrative : John "John!" The voice called. "John!" It called again and suddenly I felt myself swimming in the memories of my mind. The words of Raphael started reflecting to my ears, line by line. "More is coming as consequences shall be paid!" "Lives shall be lost!"

The man said and advanced towards him. Before Jeremy could utter another word,the man had stuck the needle in his wrist and injected the contents into his bloodstream.

Roger said with a laugh, “This is a legendary existence far above the other shore. Everyone thought that I could become someone like Doctor Strange. Indeed, someone like Doctor Strange did exist, but he left a long time ago. For the fate of the human race, he traveled alone to seek a solution. The prophet is the most ideal state and the realm beyond the doctor. Going above the other shore will deem you as a prophet, who can gain insight into the cosmic rules and laws of all matter in the world—even the dimensions of space and time. As for me, I’m only using the rules. I’m far from being a prophet.” After listening to Roger's explanation, Philip somewhat understood. After a long silence, Phil

You have to hear it, it’s your fault we’re bored here trying to snag your attention, so sit properly it’s a long story today and a very real one this time, it Happened few years ago” Regina trying hard to convince her grandmother not to tell the story but she didn’t succeed “ my kids back then there was a peaceful kingdom, which had a lot of talented people but sadly, an old man got banished from his homeland a seer, he foresaw the coming fight and saw many people die because of the wrong choices a king was about to make, he went to the palace and begged to see the king in order to warn him’ his guardsmen refused to let him in, but after along persistence he was allowed in and found the coun

When the diagnosis vanished, it revealed one last note at the bottom of the box. It was written in my handwriting, carrying a cold finality he had never seen from me before. "I believe in the prophecy now, Troy."

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

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.

Kael's silence unsettled me. What secrets did he hide? "Let's move," Vincent said. Our quest began, navigating treacherous landscapes. Shadows whispered warnings. Danger lurked around every corner. Suddenly, a figure emerged. "Welcome, Ruth," she said. Echo stood before me. Her eyes held ancient wisdom. "The prophecy's truth," Echo began. "Lies within the balance." Vincent's eyes locked onto Echo. "Explain." Echo's gaze turned somber. "Ruth's Legacy holds the key."

White wings adorned with gold, red, ombre red black feathers covered in black deadly angel and dust and finally silver feathers. I spread my wings, wide-stretching them. “You have patiently waited three hundred and nineteen years for me. You have seen me at my worst. I’d love for you to see me at my best.” I took a deep breath.“I will not bond you to me if you choose not to accept me.” I looked at all three. Khutulun stepped forward, nodded. “I will not judge, nor will I hold what you’ve done against you.” Morgan stepped next to Khutulun, and Louis joined her. I smiled and released the breath I was holding. I’m grateful that these three have not given up on me. They didn't even know me. It w