Prophecy Maker Novels & Stories

Xavier is the good mate from the prophecy Right?????

Why was I thinking of that pendant while rubbing my thumb in the empty space? “This is called the Tome of Prophecy. My mother gave it to me. How she came into possession of it, I do not know. It was written by Wamlisia Harbough; one of the two elemental witches to have ever lived. She made a prophecy a long time ago. You might know it,” I nodded, having heard of the prophecy. Xyn continued to speak.

Nathan questioned while remedy looked at him confused, probably trying to crack her brain. “No, what prophecy?” She asked. “You will become a Mina of a pack someday but of a fallen pack, and you have plenty of task ahead of you to fulfil that.” “How?” She asked. “Here, the parrot there, is actually the prophecy that was revealed two thousand years ago.” Remedy eyes keened in surprise as she gasped. “You mean the one that will unite the demons and the werewolves?” Remedy asked in surprise. “Yes.” Nathan replied her.

But Prepromeno neglected their requests. "A prophecy can't be created, it appears . If we create a prophecy by ourselves another prophecy will be born. After the prophecy that we created, a new prophecy will emerge, a prophecy that we do not know. A prophecy that can be good, or very bad, something that could be worse than the Demon King Daimonas." But the Gods insisted and forced the God of faith and destiny to create a new prophecy. "He who possesses the heart of the warrior, the will to protect others will wield Excalibur, save and protect the people, and finally defeat the Demon lord."

“I swear on every name of my ancestors, he won’t take her.” But even as he spoke the words… He didn’t fully believe them. Not against this enemy. --- Kael sat back slowly, hands trembling slightly from both the wolf-bane and the truth forming in his head. Marek sat on the opposite side, voice low: “So the prophecy… it’s done. Completed.” Kael nodded once. “And now… what stands before us… is a god.” Marek swallowed. “The wolf of nightmares. The one whose howl kills. The one whose claws brought the world to its knees.”

"We need to widen the possibilities on this. Amarah could not just be the only one born on that date. There could be others. Once we have it, then we can reduce the circle. We need to make sure that we had covere everything." Lily nodded as she noted it on her phone. “We still have no idea who made that prophecy?” He conitnued to asked. “I asked but they never said a name or even just the pack he or she belongs to,” Lily replied. “All Isaac, the ninety-seven-year-old said was the one who made it was of descent from powerful seers with wolf blood. And…” The two men looked at her when she hesitated. “What is it, Lily?” “Your grandma might be right that the one who heard that prophecy was or is

The further my little mate went, the more my insides felt like they were being burned by volcanic fire erupting from my jealous and saddened heart. Only the first born males in my family knew that there happened to be another part to the prophecy. It would end with me. My family thought Ginny denying my grandfather as her mate would result in the end of the werewolf species, but Ginny apparently prayed to the Moon Goddess herself, begging her to give him a second chance mate. A mate that was a werewolf. I don't know the whole story, but I know that the Moon Goddess spared us and Ginny, a human woman, had been the one to protect us.

“That’s not... I can’t.... I won’t” My words galloped, I couldn’t get a single thing out. “She’s the one!” someone hissed. “The prophecy fits her.” “Betrayal. Of course it would be her.” “What? Do you really think a servant like her would actually stay loyal to you?” Lilith’s eyes glittered, and she smirked faintly. “You see, Alpha? Even the Goddess warns you. She will betray you.” Beta Lucious stepped closer. “Killian, you must reject her. If you don’t, the prophecy will destroy us all.”

Then, with a flicker of movement, the Keeper of Secrets appeared before them, their form shifting and swirling like smoke. "You seek that which cannot be easily obtained," the Keeper intoned, their eyes piercing through Samantha's very soul. "But I sense a greater purpose guiding your path. Speak, and I shall grant you the answers you seek." Samantha's heart raced as she gathered her courage. "Tell us of the prophecy," she implored, her voice barely above a whisper. "The one that foretells of a chosen one who will bring balance to the realms." The Keeper's eyes gleamed with ancient wisdom as they considered Samantha's request. "The prophecy speaks of a descendant of the Ancients," they began

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.”