Prophecy Novels & Stories

Jezebel "I am a rare wolf. Very few know of my talents. Can I trust you to keep a secret?" she asks. I nod, feeling too nauseous to speak. What the fuck is she about to say? "I am a prophet wolf," she confesses. "I dream of prophecies and see visions of the future. The future can change, which is why a Prophet wolf is good to have around. Seeing the future can help save a pack and has helped us prepare for battles and sneak attacks in the past," she explains. "A prophecy can also be changed, although it is more difficult to alter because it is fated by the Gods. I report all my visions to the Alpha. I haven't seen a prophecy in

It’s hard to say, the prophecies continue to be annoyingly vague. Aolis and I are pretty sure that some of the prophecies are about Aolik as well. Another prophecy came into being on the day of his birth. They all read as if there may come a time when strength and perseverance will be needed, but that love will win in the end. I don't know if I'll be alive when these prophecies come to light, but I hope that my children find this love that is spoken of in the prophecies.

The mark of his twin brother; Marvellion Ancienterre. The mark is in a shaped of pegasus king and ercircled by a glowing fullmoon. Impossible! Marvio uttered. The prophecy, ancient eons ago. Does it tells about this prince? Was the prince the true prophecied one? He has the mark of his brother. It could be him.

Another pause. "Say it," I said. Petra looked at me directly. "There is a prophecy," she said. "It's very old. We believed it was theoretical — a warning about something that couldn't happen." Her eyes moved briefly to the bassinets, then back to mine. "It can happen," she said. "It did happen." The monitors beeped their steady rhythm into the silence. "What does the prophecy say," Kael said. His voice was very even. Petra was quiet for a moment.

"She still refuses to take off that enchanted ring. Both Priestess Alethaliyah and Greer have foretold that Theodavian Sagedeluna is returning. It does not surprise me for he is a part of the prophecy after all." Dante raised his eyebrow at that. "I did not know that." "It is my own personal prediction," she confessed with a shrug. His Queen finally faced him and looked him directly in the eyes. "You are needed in these pending wars, Dante. Your part in this tale will lead from the beginning and to the very end." He could not keep the surprise from her nor that he believed he ever could. Lady Crystobelle was a master at truth. She gave him a smile with a shimm

she asks again, enunciating every syllable slowly. “There is a prophecy,” I admit, feeling the weight of those words land like a punch to the gut. “It talks about a union like ours bringing peace between wolves and elves. But here’s the thing... prophecies are dangerous. People twist them, use them to control and manipulate. They get it in their heads that a prophecy has to mean one specific thing, and if they don’t like what they think it means, it can turn ugly.”

Wolves Don’t Name Their Sins Ysabeau The first thing I learned about prophecy is that it never arrives on time. It shows up early, bleeding into the edges of days that should’ve been simple, or it crawls out too late—after the choices are already made, after the bodies are already in the ground. It never stands politely in the doorway and introduces itself. It slinks through the cracks. Like smoke, like rot, like a voice through wood. The house is too full of breathing when they return from the quarry. I feel them before I hear them—pulses crossing the ward lines, bond threads humming, the air itself recoiling from whatever was woken up out there.

Alone. But before I could lose myself in the pain of it all, I felt it—an unmistakable sensation crawling up my spine. It was like a rope pulling me south, tugging my very soul in that direction. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and it made my skin crawl. What is that?

the both of them held their breaths, “that child will be all that you will have and as she is born of a blessing and a curse, she will be both.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “Your daughter will bring forth life, creatures different from what you know; stronger, faster, better, but for every child she births, a group of your kind will be wiped out. Nature has to balance itself out.” “No!” Reid spat out, “I do not agree to such.” “Too late,” he turned his back on them and walked in. “Drop your offerings at the gate and bring back the child when she is born .” With that, the gates of the temple instantly shut, and when Reid turned to his wife, she was passed out on the floor.

“It’s about an old prophecy. We believe it’s about… you.” Erika blinked, confusion threading through her thoughts. A prophecy? About me? Her pulse quickened, though she tried to keep her expression neutral. “What prophecy? What does it have to do with me?” Sarah offered a sympathetic smile, though there was a hint of something deeper in her gaze—worry, perhaps. “This prophecy has been passed down through the old tribes for generations. A foretelling of one who would be born of two worlds. One whose bloodline ties the old ways and the new… and who would one day stand