Prophecy Maker Novels & Stories

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

' he replied bracing himself . ' Two male children . They represent two different powers . One is destined to bring peace . He will rule the pack in your absence . The other is fated to start a war and must be banished tonight . He must be turned into an omega so he would never have the chance to bring chaos to the pack . This is the prophecy . ' the seer said then stood with her accomplices . ' And how do we know which one is one ? '

Always behind, and just behind. “But such place won’t be in your hands forever. Such glory is meant to fade. The respect and privileges would soon be gone the moment you become incompetent or useless. And more often than not, Kings are just mere figureheads...” I knew it. He would just be glorifying whatever position the other females in our family has. “The true power and glory, lies on who has made a mere human a king.” Nepotism? “Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.”

“You see, the prophecy we spoke of earlier, well, there is actually a bit more to it. The prophecy reveals that to defeat evil in this generation, it would require the powers of the Great Warrior child to fight against evil, the Great Savior Mother to save the many fallen victims, and the powers of the Great Protector to keep Evil away once defeated. The power of the Trinity—the Great Warrior Child, the Great Savior Mother, and the Great Protector, is what will allow Good to continue to reign over the world.” “Okay,” Michael said. “But I still don’t see why you’re all looking at the three of us so strangely.” “The prophecy states that the Trinity would be made known when a pure white aura gl

Heat crept beneath his flesh like a second blood. Every time she gasped, his muscles jerked. Every time she moaned, his lungs forgot how to work. Every time she broke out in a louder cry, his vision went white around the edges. And underneath it all, deeper than flesh, something else stirred. The thread of the Prophecy, a resonance he was never meant to feel, thrummed between his bones and hers. Shadow answering Queen. Ember answering Spark. The Devil should have been the third point. He should have been the flame that rose to meet her. Not Apollo’s.

Silas had weaponized Jack's trauma, and he had weaponized Marcus's innocence to do it. "You think you’ve won," Elias said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet certainty. "You think because you write the Words, you control the board. But you’ve forgotten the Prophecy, Silas. You’ve forgotten what happens when the pieces you stole finally return to the board." Silas’s false face hardened. "The Prophecy is an old wives' tale sung by dead men."

“You don’t just want to know the future. You want to control the story. All the stories. Forever.” “I am the Keeper,” she says, her chin lifting with a fanatic’s pride. “It is my purpose to maintain the integrity of the narrative. To guide it toward its most elegant, most harmonious conclusion. Your ‘prophecy’ is just a symptom - a bleed-through from one cycle to the next. A glitch. But glitches can be studied. Understood. Harnessed.”

It was the kind of laugh that belonged to someone who had nothing left to lose, someone who'd embraced the darkness inside them completely. "She's mine now," Korran said, and his voice dropped lower, more serious. "And long gone. Even though you tried to keep her from me." Another dark chuckle. "Even you can't stop the prophecy." "You are going to regret this," Damon said, and it wasn't a threat. It was a fact, spoken with absolute certainty. Korran tilted his head to the side, that smirk never leaving his face. "Make me."

They flickered faintly, like a heartbeat that couldn’t decide if it belonged to the living or the dead. “She’s not a program,” he said finally, each word deliberate, as if he needed to feel their weight. “She’s a prophecy.” Delaney’s brow furrowed. “Prophecies belong to the past. We’re building the future.” He straightened, jaw tight enough to crack. “No. You’re feeding the future into a machine that will eat it—and then rewrite it. Prophecies don’t warn you for your sake. They warn you for theirs.” Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but she folded her arms to mask it. The server banks clicked softly in the background, a sound like metal cooling after being overheated. That click came

“Sariyah was shadow. Her brother was fire. You are both. And that makes you something new.” I swallowed. “What the hell am I?” Seren stood; her voice hushed. “You are the one the prophecy called the convergence. The one born of flame and shadow. The one who can either save the world… or end it.”