Prophecy Maker Novels & Stories

I asked sharply, irritated. The guard hesitated for a moment and swallowed a hard lump down his arid throat. They say the heard that the new breeder is cursed and they are here to talk about it because there's an old prophecy tied to her.” Marcus froze beside me and we exchanged a panicked gaze. A prophecy? My grip tightened around the glass , my knuckles white until the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. What have we brought into our pack?

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n

"And you inherited my memories." Evelyn suddenly understood. They weren't copies. They were fragments of one consciousness. Two lives. One origin. One choice. The Keeper stepped forward. "Then the prophecy was wrong." The other Evelyn looked at him. "What prophecy?" "The Creator must choose." "There is no Creator." The Keeper shook his head. "There is always one." The other Evelyn smiled. "Not anymore." She raised her hand. The Keeper disappeared. Hope screamed. "Keeper!" Evelyn attacked. A wave of power exploded from her.

Damon, who was impatient, immediately asked him to get on with it. "Can you now tell us what this prophecy is?" He asked, his brows coming together questioningly. The Seer gave him a piercing look, his blue eyes fixed on him for a while. "The prophecy is about a woman who will come into your lives as your mate. She is gifted by the goddess and only one of you will be able to mark her. The other two will not be able to mark her and that will lead to their demise and also the death of their wolves!" He concluded, the serious look taking over his face again.

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

“At least he seems to be a nice guy, from what the King told you, right? I guess this should count for something. Imagine if this other bad guy was the one marrying you? Ugh, I can’t even…” “I guess it should," Mikki murmured. “I felt something weird when I looked at him. Do you think the Moon is allowing me to have at least that? Marry my mate in order to fulfill the prophecy? That would be a great twist in fate, right?” Mikki smiled slightly.

Lerder spoke, with much willingness. "You think I am concerned about a promise?" she burst out, her voice breaking. "I care about you." For an instant, his face softened, but before he could speak, a chilling laugh rang through the sanctuary. "Touching, but misguided." Morwen slipped from the shadows, the obsidian blade held in one hand. Her eyes sparkled like ice. Malak, dark energy coiling around him like a cloak, followed with powerful lights. "The Prophecy isn't concerned with your hearts. Power alone."

“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 asked them and instantly replied. "I am a magician, a dark magician." A cycle is to be completed, the presence of a dark warlock will merge all pantheons and breed war. This is the prophecy, the prophecy spoken off the lips of the being of Secrecy. (CHECK THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS QUOTE)

Whispering a truth that cracked through everything we’d been told. > _“The prophecy isn’t about a ruler. It’s about a witness. Someone who survives what the moon couldn’t stop.” _ And then A blade. White. Unforgiving. Sylva died not defending prophecy. She died keeping it from becoming a weapon. I staggered from the vision. The mimic did not get up. She lay still. But breathing. And her voice echoed in my head, like a thought I hadn’t had yet: We weren’t made to rule. We were made to prove ruling was never enough.