Prophecy Maker Novels & Stories

It hadn’t been there before. Clara hesitated before stepping forward. “What is this?” Margaret examined the box closely. “It’s ancient… and enchanted. Be careful.” Clara reached out, her fingers trembling. As soon as she touched the box, it sprang open, revealing a piece of parchment covered in intricate writing. The parchment bore the title: The Keeper’s Prophecy. Margaret read it aloud, her voice steady despite the gravity of the words: “When the Keeper wavers, the bond shall weaken. Shadows will rise to claim the broken pieces. Only through unity and trust can the bond be restored, for the Keeper’s heart must be pure, and the connection unyielding.”

“I understand, Alpha, that the prophecy is not settling well with you. Honestly, it is not settling quite well on my end, either. I am married to my destined mate, and we are expecting our first hatchling. Dragons are faithful creatures, and I have no intention of disrespecting my queen, not even over a prophecy.” I nodded in understanding. “Don't worry; no prophecy will expect you to break such a sacred bond. When my Luna took my hand in hers, she unlocked a power that was granted to me by the Moon Goddess. I have the gift of seeing the future, and your prophecy is referring to our unborn pup and your female hatchling.” I assured him, and both Peter and David relaxed. “Oh! come on, don't te

"Thank Goddess I could run the fastest, and that was how I escaped into this place. Waiting for the prophecy." "Prophecy…? What prophecy?" I looked up at him and asked. "The prophecy of the one werewolf who will be born in Balbrigga. She or he would deliver us from the tyrants called Dojras." "Dojras..? I've heard the name before.. from my mother. She was killed by one of them and my town was torn apart and burnt by them as well." My weary eyes couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, and I bowed gently in sobriety and sorrow.

She spoke in wisdom and all the alpha went silent in realisation. "What is that prophecy Tomramas?" William asked in his emotionless tone. Tomramas moved to the center of the table as they all sat back on their various sit. He moved his sceptre creating a circle like mirror. "This goes back to hundred years before the war. A prophecy came to us the early wolves, about the birth of a destructor the sign of the bearer of such baby, would be fire, she would bear such sign on her both shoulders, till her baby is delivered and she'll pay with her life." Tomramas started.

What I'd shown was proof of how they forced me to get those abortions—recordings of the parrot that endlessly repeated their command for me to get rid of the babies. The truth was that Marvin and Georgia had a second son, Nova Buckner. Nova was their biological child, whereas Gabriel was their adopted son. Five years ago, Gabriel and Nova were ambushed in a staged car accident. Nova died protecting Gabriel. Devastated, Marvin and Georgia became obsessed with bringing Nova back. Eventually, their grief drove them to something unthinkable—they turned to black magic. In Centonia, they found a so-called occultist who sold them a parrot that could speak. That bird became part of the dark ritual m

"Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but eventually. The Shadow Covenant is patient, methodical, and utterly ruthless. They will find you, and when they do, your untrained abilities will not be enough to save you or those you care about." I could see the weight of my words settling on her young shoulders. She was eighteen years old, should have been worrying about finding her mate and settling into pack life. Instead, she was being forced to confront ancient enemies and make choices that would determine not just her fate but the fate of everyone around her. "Too young," Hera said sadly. "But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. It must be her." "There's something else," I said, know

“It’s a bit loud, just to let you know.” “Thanks for the warning,” Kairos deadpanned. I didn’t miss the glare he shot towards Valentin. The scribe swallowed thickly before holding up his hand, just like Valentin had done in the other room. A ball of white light appeared in his hand, identical to what Valentin had produced. Then, the booming words of the prophecy filled our heads again. “Born of royalty, bound to five, The collision of dark and light, Remaker of olden times,

His voice was low, almost reluctant. Elara’s pulse pounded. “Tell me.” Aerin’s silver-blue eyes met hers, heavy with unspoken weight. “To rewrite it, you must spill the blood of the ones who created it.” The air grew still. Elara’s breath hitched. “You mean—” Aerin nodded grimly. “The High Circle.” The realization slammed into her like a crashing wave. The prophecy was never a divine decree. It was manufactured. And that meant it could be destroyed.

Focused instead on the sharp sting of the bark beneath my fingertips. I had lived in exile for as long as I could remember. The Silver Moon Pack threw me out when I was just a child. Said I was cursed. A bad omen. Something to fear. My mother died not long after that—some said she killed herself because of me. I never believed them. Not really. But sometimes... sometimes the doubt crept in like rot. I had no answers. No real memories of why they cast me out. Just pain. Pain and this power I couldn’t control.

"This isn't a negotiation. You're coming with me, willing or not. The others outside, my elite guard, will ensure it." Through the windows, I saw movement, “Like I give a fuck what you think, and like hell I’d go with my parents’ killers.” I said as my eyes began to glow and as I raised my hands to the sky, “I, Imogen Jewel Lancaster, last heir of the Lancaster pack, here by reject any claim that was signed by my late father, Alpha Dominic James Lancaster, had agreed to before or during his death. I reject the blood magic used to bind me, the Alpha Xavier Silverclaw, in the eyes of the Goddess herself. With these new powers following through me, I hereby break the agreement without you havin