Novel & Cerita Prophecy

he explained. “I get what you’re saying, and I totally agree. I also think that she probably doesn’t know that she’s the baby in the prophecy,” Pixie said thoughtfully. “Prophecy?” Edgar and I asked in confusion. Pixie grabbed the notebook in my hand and turned to the ‘prophecy’, which I read out loud: “A baby and a betrayal shall be born at the same time. The betrayal shall lead to dark days. A son will shun away from the darkness and lead the hopeful. The baby shall return and be with the son. Together, they will uncover the truth and undo the betrayal.”

Next, they began to recite words of incantations, and speak in strange languages like they were hypnotized. "We'll know why we're here." The voice of our oldest female alpha spoke up. "We're here to witness the holy matrimony of Aurora Devine Wood and Shane Gledova." Each word that came out of her mouth, was accompanied by dead silence. "As the unite today in holy matrimony, may the moon goddess bless and approve of their union, and give victory to our pack." She prayed. As she spoke, my heart froze in silence. I knew what was going to come next.

She'd been quiet for most of the evening, her expression distant, like she was lost in thought. Finally, she spoke. "There's something I need to tell you," Lysa said, her voice soft but serious. Callie lifted her head, meeting her gaze. "What is it?" Lysa hesitated, her fingers twisting together nervously. "A prophecy," she said. "One that's been whispered about for generations, but most people have forgotten it. Or they think it's just a story." "A prophecy about what?" "About you." Callie's breath caught. "Me?"

And if he never woke, The prophecy would die with him

He had to become a weapon. Late one evening, Isabella was led in a vision to the vault beneath the sanctuary—the same vault where the forbidden texts were kept. The air was thick with incense and memory. She opened the book that had once burned her fingers and found it warm, pulsing like a living thing. Words in an ancient tongue revealed a prophecy: "When the vessel bleeds beneath the old fire, and the sword of the chosen burns, the false prophet shall rise, and with her, the silence of Heaven shall shatter."

Him and his vain, domineering Luna had become almost like a permanent decor on the coven grounds, much to Shay’s dismay. Walking, caged within the confinements of her own mind, Shay suddenly found herself outside Jackson’s office doors. Still feeling overcome with the cruelty of the gods, she looked up and stopped to examine them in detail. She had stood before them for so many times in her life, but has she really, truly…seen them? Suddenly all that anxiety she felt ever since she was a girl started to make sense. The prophecy was not only a bedtime story after all…it was real. And her own hiraeth was a part of it.

I knew she was not happy about the Elf King situation, and she had been on edge every time someone mentioned the prophecy. This time, David spoke. “Many years ago, during our kind´s lowest point. A prophecy was made. The prophecy spoke about a special cursed wolf-less Luna of the werewolf realm. She would possess the power to read minds, feel others' feelings, and to manipulate the elements. She will unite all realms and bring the world light.” King David recited pretty much what everybody else said, more or less details.

“What does that mean?” Dell drops his hands and with a deep sigh sits down heavily on his chair picking up his teacup. Conflicted on if he should tell everything. Maybe it would be best just to tell her the specifics. Taking a sip of his tea he looks at his daughter over the cup’s edge. “That Prophecy states that one will be born with the gifts besotted upon the males. With these gifts whomever she or he chooses to Mate will become all powerful.” Corbin gasps looking at her daddy. He nods at her. “If she or he chooses poorly, it will mean the end of the world. If she or he chooses wisely. A new age of all Supernatural kind will emerge. For their offspring will

When the diagnosis vanished, it revealed one last note at the bottom of the box. It was written in my handwriting, carrying a cold finality he had never seen from me before. "I believe in the prophecy now, Troy."