Public Enemy Prophets Of Rage Novels & Stories

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

The prophet’s expression darkened. “It means something powerful enough to alter fate itself interfered with your mate bond.” The entire hallway became colder instantly. Jackie looked between us in confusion now. “Mate bond?” she repeated quietly. Nobody answered her. Because suddenly none of that mattered anymore. The prophet’s blind eyes slowly lifted toward the ceiling like he was listening to something distant. Then without warning… Blood suddenly poured from his nose. Lucas cursed immediately stepping forward. But the prophet grabbed my arm violently before anyone could help him. “The first storm rises again,” he whispered.

Chills run down my spine as he almost takes a step forward, then backs away from my expression. "I guess there's no turning back now. I can't be Ray, just like you can't be Mona." Ray pauses. "I'm finally going to assume my role. Mona, I am the enemy. I am what the prophecy calls the red-eyed wolf. God has given me a mission and I intend to complete it, all the while doomed to certain failure...as it is written." I just stare at him, my teeth chattering involuntarily as the cold falls like snow on the backgrounds of the sphere, each piece of crystallized water fluttering to its death in the gray valleys.

he said while keeping his eyes on mine. “Tell us then, what is your assumption, Prophet?” Elaine said firmly. Multiple gasps were heard from around the room at the term ‘Prophet’. How could she possibly know if he was a Prophet? I understand that she has experience with Seer’s, seeing as she lives with Pappi. But a Prophet? A Seer has natural power and ability, something that is tangible to the people around them, therefore not easily impersonated. A Prophet is not so easily recognized, as not all of them are powerful, and in most cases, the majority of them are frauds. Traditionally a Prophet is just a holy man, a disciple of the Goddess that claims to hold a direct line of contact. Weres h

It's just a matter of time. Then this guy comes up to Cassius and starts firing homophobic slurs at him. I just can't watch someone fire slurs and insults at him. I wonder how he takes them all without feeling the urge to kill the other person. Red clouds my vision. Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm walking forward, grabbing the homophobic motherfucker and smashing his face on the table. I don't hear a single sound. I don't see anything but blood as I punch the sick motherfucker in the face. I punch and punch nonstop, losing count of how many times I hit him. Like a killing machine, the monster I am. Until his voice pierces through the fog in my brain, pulling me back to the light from th

“Keep talking, Kurt. I haven’t allowed my wolf to break free in years. She’s hungry. Once I shift, she’ll be drinking your blood from your mauled corpse.” And for once, Kurt looked nervous. Jessica had never seen Kurt Ashfield’s eyes filled with dread before, and she was enjoying every second of this moment. Jessica faced Jack once more, ignoring the pathetic man at their side. “Are you serious? Or is this all just a crazy setup joke for the Moonfuries’ amusement? Because, har-dee -har!” Jack nodded, “I have never been more serious about anything in my life, Jessica. “ He paused. “There are three more alphas, all drawn to you the same way I am. We are all tied to the prophecy, and it’s now t

His Wolves were strong and so they would fight against anything they thought might harm him, alcohol included ' You should just accept it ' Rage said. Asher had named him that because he was the fiercest of all three Wolves that lived rent-free inside his head. Rage was the Wolf Form he usually took whenever fighting against enemies. The Wolf was strong, with dark brown fur and piercing red eyes, he was known as ' Death ' by his enemies because he didn't leave any survivors whenever he went on a Rampage. It took Asher years to be able to control Rage properly, even then he still lost control sometimes. ' She is going to be ours either way. You can save your Sister's love from getting his thr

He also held a divine weapon like the Dragon's Wrath Sword in his hand, like adding wings to a tiger, greatly increasing his battle strength. The group of War Gods and War Saints which Weyers had brought were unable to resist the two of them at all. "Twenty-five!" "Twenty-eight!" "Twenty three!" "Thirty-five of them!" "Thirty-seven!" "Thirty-nine!" Yang Xiao and Starsoul constantly reported the number of enemies they killed. The two were like two grim reapers as they walked through the enemy ranks. Merciless, domineering! Arrogance and shock! He willfully reaped the lives of his enemies one by one.

"What happened to the child? And who are these enemies you speak of?" Max's grip on my shoulder tightened, a silent show of support. Sighed heavily before speaking up "As you're all aware the child was taken from us and murdered in cold blood, it's a tragic loss that we all mourn" he used his Alpha tone. The gray haired man continued "As for the enemies, led by a Vicious rouge Marcus and his perpetrators, they are a dark and powerful force, ones who would stop at nothing to prevent the prophecy from coming to pass or getting dehlia in their grasp to possess the power that is within her."

The prophet's all glanced at the King as he spoke. Carmen held his father's hand tightly, seeing how hurt he was. "How many vampire's were with her?" Father Jonathan asked. "There were about four if not five. It was dark and I could not see clearly." Some of the prophets began to whisper. "Hush everyone. This is what we need to stop. We need to destroy the witch in her lair before she comes with an even larger army." Said the Archbishop. The prophet's nodded. "But we cannot go there with just an ointment on our bodies, we need weapon's that will be sure to kill our enemies." Carmen voiced out.