Prophecy Of Seven

It was all so very fast. One second he was talking, the next his head was lying on the floor beside him, detached from his body. She had ticked yet another box in his head. He heard her before he saw her, and he could genuinely say he wasn’t disappointed. She was strikingly beautiful, stunning, in fact. On closer view, he could see that she had a nice body to complement her beauty. For some reason, his wolf was jumping around at the sight of her. Considering his wolf was not a fan of anyone, it was a bit surprising. She stopped directly in front of him with her head bowed in respect to his title. He nodded in acceptance and gestured for her to raise her head. Their eyes met, and he could swear his entire world shook. He jolted forward, almost standing up from his throne as if to hug her. “Mate,” he said to her in his mind. She didn’t even flinch before responding, “You wish, pretty boy.” ................................................................................................................................................ In a realm where the divine essence of a goddess is tied with that of a mortal man, a mating occurs. A mating that births a wonder,a being that had never been seen before. A woman who was born to save and to destroy. The ethereal bloodline of the celestial deity, Selene, running through her mortal veins, making her into a radiant bridge between the realms where gods and humans collide. Born of the goddess Selene's bloodline, she's a celestial force to be aligned with. But with a mortal as a father, she's also a forbidden on both the mortal world and the immortal. Journey with the child of the Goddess in this story.

IMOGEN LANCASTER has spent six years as an outcast in the Williams pack, hiding her true heritage as the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline. Tormented by the Williams triplets: KYLE, ASHER, and CASPIAN, she’s convinced herself she’s worthless, unaware that their cruelty was orchestrated by a traitor working to prevent an ancient prophecy. On her eighteenth birthday, Imogen’s first shift reveals her as the legendary Marble Wolf, whose multicoloured coat marks her as the Goddess’s chosen one, destined to unite the four Guardian bloodlines. Worse, she discovers the triplets are her fated mates—a triple bond blessed by the Goddess herself. As Imogen struggles to reconcile years of pain with the undeniable pull of her mate bonds, darker forces emerge. XAVIER SILVERCLAW arrives to claim her through an ancient betrothal contract, intending to use her as breeding stock. When the Goddess channels through Imogen to strip Xavier of his power, his ally ELIZA SILVERTHORNE—a distant, corrupted Lancaster relative—takes up the cause, kidnapping Guardian bloodline wolves and attempting to corrupt Imogen’s bonds. With her grandmother’s long-hidden secrets finally revealed and her childhood friend HAMISH discovered alive after years of captivity, Imogen must embrace her destiny. She learns that true strength comes not from domination but from service, and that the prophecy isn’t about ruling—it’s about healing. By completing her bonds with all three mates and channelling divine power to defeat Eliza, Imogen proves that love conquers manipulation. The Marble Wolf’s true purpose isn’t conquest, it’s restoration.

The day I won the championship in the pro gaming league, my girlfriend, Nina Vale, said she was coming to bring me flowers. Standing on the awards stage, I pulled the ring from my pocket, thrilled and ready to propose to her in front of everyone. However, instead of handing the bouquet to me, she turned and placed the flowers into the hands of her childhood friend, Rowan Cross, who was standing beside me. The pairing of a handsome man and a beautiful woman sent countless fans across the internet into a frenzy, enthusiastically shipping them together and congratulating them. Rowan’s fans tagged me and mocked, "Classic simp. Seven years of licking boots, and you still end up with nothing. Did you congratulate Rowan and Nina yet?" I replied calmly, "Respect and blessings. Enjoy being locked in forever."

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.

I had been in a secret relationship with my mafia boyfriend, Dante Castellano, for seven years. No public contact. No photos together. No proof I had ever stood by his side. He told me, "Once I'm powerful enough that no one dares touch you, I'll make it official." I believed him. The day before our seventh anniversary, I found a ten-carat diamond ring in his suit jacket. I cried with joy, thinking seven years of hiding were finally over. The next morning, I wore my most expensive dress and sprayed on the only perfume he had ever given me. I practiced my smile in the mirror, the one I would give when he proposed. Then, my phone lit up with a breaking news alert. [Breaking News: Seven-Year Love Story Reaches Perfect Ending—Romance Blogger Alessia Romano Accepts Boyfriend's 100th Proposal!] In the photo, the influencer with eight million followers stood on her tiptoes, kissing a man. His hand rested on the back of her neck. On that hand was a scar I would never mistake. It was the scar Dante got when he took a knife for me.

Damon Alamander. He's not just an alpha, he is THE ALPHA. Every pack knows his name, every woman wants to be his Luna. He is rude and arrogant and feared and respected by all that is until he meets his mate. Lianna Redwoods is a rogue on the run looking for safety anywhere she can find it. She has a secret she keeps and a prophecy to fulfill. What happens when she lands on Alpha Damon's territory where rogues are instantly killed. Damon is the alpha that other Alpha's want to be like and envy but he has a secret bigger than any other so what happens when the true prophecy comes to light and everyone knows that he isn't what he claims to be and maybe even something more? The Alpha's Hidden Prophecy is a thrilling book that captures your attention from the first paragraph. Read to experience the hate, love, betrayals and hidden secrets and discover how friends turn to enemies and enemies turn to friends. Read to find out what the Alpha's Hidden Prophecy is.

Everyone in Oceanton knew that mob boss Jared Pierce was deeply in love with me. No one feared my disappearance more than he did. Even if bullets were raining down on him, he'd still find a way to contact me, just to make sure I felt safe. But on the night before our wedding, he didn't come home. When he finally returned, he dropped to his knees, a bruised and weakened woman cradled in his arms. "Rosalia! Melody took the drug just to save me! I can't just watch her die! So I had no choice but to sleep with her." Terrified that I wouldn't forgive him, Jared drew six wounds into his arm. Blood soaked through his shirt in an instant. As soon as the wedding banquet ended, I heard his men chuckling and teasing. "The boss didn't even take off his wedding outfit before rushing to see Melody. Just how seductive is his lover?" Jared’s low, sultry voice followed. "Last time I stayed with her, I didn’t come back for three days and nights. Take a guess." In shock and despair, I called out the system. "I want to leave this world!" The system's cold voice replied, "After your exit, this world will erase all traces of your existence. Counting down… Seven days."

Wala ng ibang nais si Hillary kundi ay ang tumanda ng hindi nag-iisa. At ang nakikita niyang sagot doon ay ang pagkakaroon ng anak. Pero may problema, wala siyang asaya o nobyo man lang. Kaya ng minsang mapunta sa isang bar, pinatulan na ni Hillary ang suhestiyon ng kaibigan niya na maghanap ng lalaking magbibigay ng anak sa kanya at pagkatapos ay kalimutan na lang ang gabing iyon. Pero hindi sumang ayon ang tadhana kay Hillary. Hindi siya nabuntis. At lalong hindi niya pwedeng kalimutan na lang ang gabing may nangyari sa kanila ng guwapong estranghero. Buong akala niya ay hindi na muling makikita pa ang estrangherong iyon pero gusto na niyang kumaripas ng takbo pauwi ng magkita sila ulit nito. Sa isang kasal kasi ng isa sa mga kaibigan niya, nagkita sila ni Seven Fuentes---ang lalaki sa bar na ubod ng macho, gwapo at bango. At ang loko, pinilit siyang saluhin at makipag agawan sa wedding bouquet dahil sa pagbabanta nitong sasabihin sa mga kaibigan niya ang nangyari sa pagitan nila. Wlaa siyang pagpipilian dahil hawak ni Seven ang sekretong ipinamba-blackmail nito sa kanya.

On the night of my wedding, my best friend's younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked me, “It’s a little big. Can you handle it?” I stared at his perfectly defined abs, my mind going completely blank. “What?” He repeated, “Can you handle it?” My voice jumped an octave from my panic. “Aren't we supposed to take things slow? Isn’t this way too fast?” That night, the sound-activated lights in the house flickered on and off until dawn. Meanwhile, my ex-husband was squatting downstairs. His eyes were swollen red from crying, but I did not even spare him a thought. Back then, when I agreed to let him proceed with a fake wedding with his childhood sweetheart, Miles Carter thought our cold war was over. When he explained things to me, he said, “Vivian and I will only be married on paper. The ceremony is just to satisfy my mom. I swear, when this is over, we’ll live as a real couple.” I remained silent. I just stared at the countdown on my phone, counting the days until I could finally leave. He did not know that the moment he tricked me into signing the divorce papers, our marriage had already ceased to exist.