Prophecy Of The Resurrection Novels & Stories

"It has been prophesied recently, actually. Where is the prophetess?" A witch covered in white robes appeared. I recognized her as the daughter of the former one. The former must be dead by now. "Speak," Vashti ordered, and she didn't. "The day of blood, fire, and ice. Three children born of the great witch shall bring war, the resurrection of the darkness, the resurrection of the dragon, and the resurrection of the wizards. No one shall be spared unless the mother reaps out the cord. The ground shall turn to blood, and the wind shall scream like tides," the prophetess spoke.

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“You speak like you know Her will better than Her chosen.” “I never said I knew,” I muttered, my tone low. “Only that I’ve lived enough to stop fearing Her.” That earned me another round of murmurs. The Priestess raised her hand, silencing them all. “You should fear Her, Alpha. Especially now.” Her eyes met mine, and for the first time since that cursed wedding, I saw something flicker there, not warning, but pity. Then she said it. “The prophecy remains, Killian. The Alpha’s mate shall betray him. His Luna shall be his downfall.”

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."

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

And who is this prophecy talking about? "We are the voice of the night. And the waker of the dead" they all sang out. Again, together. Except for the woman in white "The prophecy is about a young lad who is to rise to question authorities set to rule before her. The prophecy speaks of a young girl who is by the virtue of love, will make a sacrifice incomprehensible by mortals." "The prophecy... Wait! is it about me" Alice said as the realization hit her like a brick on her head. "Yes!" The seven women chuckled out. "And we are the voice from your head!"A moment passed before the weight of their words dawned on her.

"What does it say?" My breath caught in my throat as I translated the text. "It speaks of a time when darkness would rise, and the blood of the firstborn would be the key to either salvation or destruction." "Firstborn?" Rowan frowned. "But you’re not the firstborn of your family. What does that mean?" I shook my head, my thoughts racing. "It’s not about birth order. The prophecy speaks of a chosen one—someone born under a specific set of stars, destined to either break the cycle or perpetuate it."

“She was a wonderful prophet. She saw you coming years before your arrival.” “It’s important to know that once a prophecy is seen, it vanishes forever. It is never seen by any other prophet again,” Anna continued to explain. “This could explain why one prophet had a vision of the heavenly light and a lot of people now hadn’t heard of it. Prophecies usually die with those who keep them dear. If no one is alive from that time and if they didn’t continue to teach their children of the prophecy, it’s more likely that no one has heard of it.”

It came from something deeper-a resonance from the earth itself. She looked down at the water of the Well. Deep in the depths, something was glowing. Not blue. Not violet. But a pure, steady white. She realized that the salt-reset hadn't just saved them; it had planted a seed. The "Prophecy" had warned of destruction, but it had never mentioned what would grow from the ashes. "Kael," she whispered. "Do you feel that?" Kael closed his eyes, listening to the silence of the new world. He didn't need magic to know she was there. He just needed her hand in his. "I feel everything," he said.

"Next, we rest. Then we build. Then we see what the future holds." "And the prophecy?" I looked at the moon. "The prophecy said one would destroy, one would save, one would dance on the mother's grave. The Shepherd destroyed. I'm trying to save. And Micah and Luna Rose—they'll dance on no one's grave. They'll dance at weddings. At births. At celebrations." "You're changing the prophecy." "I'm rewriting it." He kissed me. "Good."