Novel & Cerita Scarlet Witch Prophecy

Uncle Dev is still pouring calming energy into me, but my breathing is ragged. “And that’s not all.” Sandra’s voice shakes. “While you had your vision, Meredith received a prophecy.” I glance at Meredith. “What did it say?” My voice is low, shaking—but I pour my luna authority into it. Meredith looks like she’s going to cry. “They’re gathering sacrifices. A mate who is neither marked nor mated, a father without a she-wolf or a pup. A she-wolf pregnant by two males. And the blood of a pup with no father, born of an alpha female.”

“No, Nathan. The old one… it isn’t done yet.” “Yes it is. All the Riding Hoods are dead—though weirdly, the last three weren’t killed by me,” I say. Tears glimmer in Hecate’s eyes. “No, Nathan. They’re not.” My hand jerks out of hers. “No.” Selene takes a breath. “There’s another prophecy. Older than both of us. It says Lucifer will mate the strongest witch to ever live, and they’ll have a child powerful enough to overthrow God.”

“But I am human. I’ve been human all my life.’’ Her eyes widened with realization and she bowed her head. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn, Master.” I waved my hands dismissively. “Given the circumstances, you may react however you please.” “You’re definitely not human,” Dahlia repeated for emphasis. “Remember what the prophecy said, Dante: A child will be born of titanium blue, Scarlet red in all her glory, Listen for every word is true…’’

Her wolf snarled low in her chest, but she swallowed it down, holding herself together. Every muscle in her body screamed to slap that smirk off Liora’s face, but instead she said calmly, “You should be careful, Liora. Accidents have a way of coming back ten times harder.” Liora blinked, confused. “Is that a threat?” Scarlet smiled faintly. “No, darling. It’s a prophecy.” The class went dead quiet. Even the instructor froze. Scarlet turned, flicking her wet hair back, her confidence somehow sharper now than before, and walked toward the locker rooms, her soaked clothes clinging to her curves. The whispers of how sexy she looked, followed her, but she didn’t look back.

"Haven't you been paying attention in classes?" I wasn't even allowed to attend classes. After I got to the Redwood pack and was moved to the basement, I wasn't allowed to go to school with the other Pups. My silence seemed to answer his question. "Her name is Scarlet Locke. The first pure white witch ever seen in centuries. A prophecy was told that she would unite the Werewolves, Vampires and Witches together. But she died eighteen years," He said. My eyes widened. "During Bellum Mortis?"

"When the wolfless one finds love in the fangs of darkness, the blood moon shall rise, and the continent shall burn in eternal night. Only death can break the curse." "Death," Aldric repeats. "Whose death?" "Either hers or his," Margaret says. "Or both. The prophecy doesn't specify." "How convenient," Seraphina says. Her voice is bitter. "Kill our son or your wolf or both. Is that what you're proposing?" "We're proposing we follow the prophecy," Dante says. "Before it's too late." "And what if the prophecy is wrong?" Seraphina asks. "What if killing them makes things worse?"

“But you also feel the witchcraft. The current beneath your skin. The way your magic swells and recoils.” My silence is answer enough. “Mia,” Naida says softly, almost sadly, “you are the prophecy.” I blink. “What prophecy?” Seraphine answers for her. “When wolf and witch blood merge, the world trembles.” The air chills. “That’s just old legend,” I manage. Morwen huffs. “Legends are born from truth.” Seraphine holds my gaze. “You are what your mother feared. What witches prayed for. A hybrid strong enough to sever the world in two.”

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

she said and paused for a while giving a nostalgic smile. "How?" Jordan asked completely confused at how a bathtub could change someone's life forever. "The period when you were to be born, the wolf-blood witches were after my life, they wanted you and me to die because of their sick prophecy.." "What prophecy?" Jordan asked in curiosity. "The prophecy that says that you would bring an end to all the wolf-blood witches and as soon as you are born, it cannot be reversed nor avoided, so they wanted you dead to make sure their lineage continues," she responded and when she heard him say nothing, she continued.

I want information, and this witch is going to cough out everything she knows. Pushing her into my room, I lock my door with a soft click. “Is the prophecy true?” She frowns again, taking me in. “Miss Vitale, I'm your father's personal witch. If he finds out about this—” “He won't find out about this because you won't tell,” I say firmly, leaving no room for arguments. “Now answer me. Is the prophecy about the dormant wolf true? Is awakening the beast going to destroy everything?” She nods. “Yes.”