Prophecy Of The Resurrection Novels & Stories

“Oh, it is the Heir. The Saviour that couldn't save himself. Who has he even saved anyway? Dead! They are both dead! As they should be.” “Enough!” The Priest turned to her abruptly. His outburst made her glistening eyes widen in slight surprise but her expression relaxed into one of madness once again, and her lips stretched into a wide smile. “The Heir cannot be killed! The Prophecy does not lie, it is written. They will come back.” His voice relaxed as he turned back to look at the Moon. Just at that moment, the cave began to tremble and the passage was closing up. It was midnight.

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re

“The prophecy that foretold the King’s downfall, and of the true heir’s rise to the throne.” “Tell it to me,” I demanded. “The King, he commanded us—” “TELL ME,” I repeated, rolling off as much power as I could to override Tobias’s command on the Beta. He quoted the prophecy to me immediately, “‘It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.’” My mind was reeling with all the information he had just given me. A prophecy? A curse?

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."

He looks on our table until he finds the Book of Prophecies and he opens it to the first prophecy about me. When he finds it, he reads it quickly then stops, looking up at me. He begins reciting the end of the prophecy. ‘Taken too young, Taken too soon, Her descendent will be mated, To the son of the moon. They will be happy, And together, it's said, They'll bring the return, Of the ones we thought dead.’ Something inside me feels electrified, like only now the words meaning is coming to light. Like the words are swirling inside of me and bonding to me in a way that is similar to how I bonded to Cayd.

“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.”

"It was deliberately hidden away." Everyone in the chamber snapped their gazes toward him. "Hidden away by whom?" Kael demanded. "The original prophecy of the First Moon had an entirely different, final verse," Orion explained, his voice echoing clearly through the vaulted chamber as he read the glowing lines aloud: > *"When strength cannot prevail..."* > *"When compassion alone cannot heal..."* > *"When wisdom refuses every sacrifice..."* > *"A new path shall awaken from the ashes."* > *"The Child shall remind even the gods..."*

"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?"

Another pause. "Say it," I said. Petra looked at me directly. "There is a prophecy," she said. "It's very old. We believed it was theoretical — a warning about something that couldn't happen." Her eyes moved briefly to the bassinets, then back to mine. "It can happen," she said. "It did happen." The monitors beeped their steady rhythm into the silence. "What does the prophecy say," Kael said. His voice was very even. Petra was quiet for a moment.