Prophecy Of Resurrection นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Honey, don't believe it. It's nonsense. Please, don't listen to that bird." I clung to a shred of hope. Gabriel loved me. He was educated and rational. Surely he wouldn't force me to give up our baby because of a parrot. But when I looked at him with all my hope, he said the same thing as the rest of them. "Evelyn, terminate the pregnancy." His words struck me like lightning, obliterating my last shred of hope. I grabbed his collar, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "Gabriel, do you even know what you're saying?"

She screamed— the sound splitting the night, shaking the earth, extinguishing the last of the fire. Then her body went still. Too still. Cole froze, arms wrapped around her limp form. “Lila…?” His voice cracked. “Baby, open your eyes.” She didn’t. Not yet. But deep inside her chest— something else did. Awaken. And the prophecy whispered again: Only one shall rise.

“It spoke in the voice of the bond.” Beyoncé cursed. “It knows what we are. It’s been waiting for us.” The mist wrapped around the edges of the crater and began slithering up the broken towers. Wherever it touched, the stone blackened, cracked further. “We need to leave,” Kale said, stepping forward. “Now.” But I stood frozen, staring into the broken seal. Not all of us shall reign. The prophecy wasn’t just about unity. It was about power. About succession. About choice.

“Wrong answer.” Andrew’s fists clenched. “You’ve got one more shot before I stop holding back.” The man looked up at me, eyes wild. “You think she’s still alive?” My jaw tightened. “Talk.” “You’re chasing shadows,” he said, breathing hard. “The Blood Moon rises soon. She’ll be the vessel. You’re not here to save her. You’re here to witness the rebirth.” “What rebirth?” Lora snapped. He laughed again, but it cracked this time. “The god beneath the moon. The one your kind buried. You call it myth. We call it prophecy.”

My anger increases, seeing as she sits on my leather chair. "Fuck!" I spit under my breath. "There's nothing stopping me right now from yanking off your head." I threaten. My monster is on the surface, only a thin line separating him from coming out to play. And he plays dirty. I hear footsteps behind me right before Valois appears out of thin air. He stands at the threshold, away from my aggression. Crescent, however, looks plain and normal. Still seated. "When the reborn forms with its blood, the world shall face ultimate terror." She speaks. "Are you aware the prophecy speaks about you and Rhett?"

Lunaya. “A True Mate can never take another. What kind of Prophet doesn’t know that?” Hina snapped at him, taking the question right out of my mouth. “Prophecy foretold it” he said back, with the utmost belief and conviction in his words. “You keep saying that, but I am starting to wonder if you even know what the prophecy is” I said with a tilt of my head. “Spawned by the one who gave us breath. Vanished from life but spared from death. The Ethereal one gives she who is promised. To wield the power of the Triple Goddess...”

"The ones I brought from across the sea. And I found something. A fourth verse. Hidden in the margins, written in an ancient dialect I nearly missed." "Another verse?" Ronan's jaw tightened. "How many parts does this damned prophecy have?" "Four, it seems." Theron spread out a carefully preserved parchment. "The first three we knew: the Moon Blessed rises, the kingdoms find brief peace, the Shadow Heir tests the union. But this fourth verse... it speaks of what comes after." "After the test?" I asked.

Inside, Marisella felt a fracture deep within her soul. *Seven days. Three choices. One truth.* And somewhere beneath the temple, the Queen stirred once more. Marisella’s pulse thundered beneath her skin as she stared at the message etched into the lectern: *Three will rise. One will break.* The words shimmered, then dissolved into smoke that seeped into the stone like a final breath. “What does that even mean?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It's a prophecy fragment,” the High Seer said, rising slowly. “There are often more questions than answers.”

It foretold the emergence of a chosen one, a being of extraordinary power, who would play a pivotal role in this epic battle. As the leader of the supernatural council, it fell upon me to investigate the validity of these rumors and decipher the true meaning behind the prophecy. With the help of my trusted allies, I delved deep into ancient texts and consulted wise elders in search of answers. Our quest led us to a remote location, hidden deep within the enchanted forests. There, we encountered a seer who possessed ancient knowledge and insight into the prophecy. She revealed that the convergence was indeed imminent, and the fate of our world hung in the balance.

One shall choose destruction. And when the final choice comes... I held my daughters closer. What? The final words appeared. Neither shall die. I stared at the sky. Cassian smiled. So the prophecy was never about death. The Beginning nodded. It was about transformation. The black eye in the sky suddenly screamed. LIES! The sound shook the mountain. Our daughters covered their ears. I looked upward. You knew the full prophecy. The eye became furious. The End must have a vessel. The Beginning replied: