Prophecy Of Merlin Novels & Stories

“No—” Cassian’s shout rose above the battlefield. “Protect the boy! Don’t let them merge!” Merge? My stomach dropped. Lucas shouted breathlessly, blade dripping with blood. “Arthur! If they reach the third stage together—” I already knew. The prophecy. Two Moon-Marked. One king’s fate. And a choice. A choice written long before Tyla or Ash ever existed. “Arthur,” Tyla cried, reaching for me through the barrier, “don’t let them take him!”

she began, her voice deep with emotion, "is the prophecy you seek. Spoken of in hushed tones, passed down through generations, but truly understood by few. In an era marked by discord, when hope seems but a fleeting shadow, a child shall be born. Not just any child, but one conceived from a union that defies convention, that challenges the very fabric of our understanding." As she spoke, the trio felt a chill, an electric charge in the air, the weight of destiny pressing down upon them. "This child," Morgana continued, her gaze piercing into theirs, "birthed from an unparalleled bond, will rise as a beacon. A symbol of hope, unity, and love. With an innate power to mend what has been torn as

Abel nodded his head and helped him up. "The prophecy is true... The child to be born will come from him," Abel said to Eric. Eric gasped and grunted as it's been a long time since they had been trying to get rid of all the wolves but yet they seemed to be failing and now hearing about the Prophecy which was the reason why they had been fighting for so long, to be true was something that was difficult for him to fathom. "Then why is he here... There will be war, that what we were taught... Remember," Eric said.

“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.”

He flew to the leader of the stermons, and said; “I will go to Olivia and I will call your clan if she needs reinforcements.” The stermons is a clan, living on the outskirts near the city of hell. The clan lives around a big tree in the middle of the forest, named The Death Tree. The clan had a huge favor that they need to repay for a millennium. It all started on the day of Prince Merlin’s birth. Merlin spent a decade in his mother’s womb and came out of her mother’s body when the war began. It was a war that made history in Hell.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "That magic," he lifted a finger and pointed at me. "You are the Prophecy Child. The one who will restore balance." I watch how his body turns into ashes, his skin and eyes losing color and becoming gray. "You may have gotten rid of me, but Lord Demir will send another. No matter how much you defeat us, our lord will get what he wants. You may be destined to fight your uncle, but there can only be one ruler," Half of Merkon's body is gone, only leaving his head remaining as he says, "Lord Demir is our true ruler. You will never defeat him."

“I’ve made queens before. I can remake you in my image. Power without pain. Throne without tears.” Liora’s reply was quiet. “I was born of pain. Raised in love. And I’ll burn before I become you.” Vaelith laughed. And the earth split. Obsidian wolves were thrown back. Nightwind’s walls cracked. The palace trembled. But before she could strike again The Prophets of the Old Moon arrived. Shrouded in indigo, eyes covered, the last living seers of Serenya’s temple stepped from the mist. They carried a scroll sealed in molten starlight. And they spoke in one voice: “Let the prophecy be unsealed. Let truth be born beneath the eclipse.”

Seraphina listened intently, her eyes fixed on Elara, hanging on every word. “The prophecy spoke of a child,” Elara continued, “a child born from the lineage of Albion, a land steeped in magic. This child, it was foretold, would be called ‘The King from Across the Ocean.’ The shaman described this figure as a harbinger of change, a force that would reshape the very fabric of our magical world.” The words sent shivers down Seraphina’s spine. The gravity of this revelation was becoming more profound with each passing moment.

“Not all of us like playing by the rules.” She unfolded it. The parchment was old, the ink smudged in places. But the words were clear. “The prophecy speaks of a daughter born beneath the blood moon, a healer and a harbinger. She will either end the curse… or awaken it.” Her breath caught. “What is this?” she asked, eyes scanning the faded lines. “A prophecy hidden in the archives of the Enclave,” Theron said. “Your mother once served there. Before she died.” Serena felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

My eyes were still stinging. "If I tell you," I said slowly. "You can't repeat it. Not to anyone." "I won't," she said. I believed her. I don't know exactly why. Maybe because I had been holding this alone for three years, and I’m tired. "There was a prophecy," I said. Evelyn's expression stayed still. She waited. "Three years ago, a witch came to me twice," I said. "She told me that if I stayed with Morgan, he would die. That my bloodline carries something dangerous. Something that would destroy him if I remained close to him."