Scarlet Witch Prophecy Novels & Stories

“Because you do not think beyond what you see, child.” She lifted a charred scroll from the altar, the ink fading but the runes still visible. “The prophecy was written long before your grandmother’s bones were dust. A child born of godblood and Alpha spirit. Half light, half darkness. The one who can unmake the balance of the worlds.” Ilyra swallowed hard. “Still… she’s a baby.” Another witch, Seraphine, cackled. “So was the last one, the child of the moon cycle, remember? We burned her before her power took form. If we hadn’t, she would have burned us instead.”

“You asked why you were given power, why your mother carried it and those before her. The answer lies in a prophecy written long before your birth.” I swallowed, gripping my mother’s journal tighter. “What prophecy?” The witch’s voice lowered, almost like she was chanting. "When shadows rise and kingdoms fall, When blood runs silver and wolves heed the call, A Luna of storm, of light, of flame, Shall bind the scattered under one name. Her touch will heal, her wrath will rend, Her choice will break or worlds will mend." The words seemed to vibrate against my skin, as though the prophecy itself recognized me. A chill swept down my spine.

Heart pounding, I covered my stomach with my hand defensively. “What do you mean?” I said softly. The witch hesitated. Then she said the words that would change everything. "There is more than one spirit within you." The cabin seemed to tilt around me. I swayed, grabbing for the nearest chair. Kai released the rogue witch, who slumped unconscious to the floor, and was at my side instantly, steadying me. "What are you talking about?" Kai demanded. The young witch moved uneasily. "There is a prophecy older than any of us," she said. "It speaks of a child born under the twin moons. A child carrying both light and shadow. A child who will tear down false kings and raise a new era."

“Someone must have put it in something she ate. But that's not even the scary part.” But I was already left dumbfounded that a witch had their eyes on Violetta. A witch? “Talk about attracting doom,” Caleb would say if he were here. I didn't want to agree to it, but when was all of this going to end? She was the child of prophecy, but she did everything but deliver the people of the SilverMoon Frost Pack. “But why? What does a witch have against Violetta? That's not even the prophecy.” But she just scoffed like I'd said the most foolish thing ever.

She touched it, and her fingers glowed faintly. “You’ve awakened it,” she said. “The language is ancient witch-tongue. Not even most witches remember how to read it. But I can.” She closed her eyes. The scroll floated in the air between us, silver symbols pulsing faster. “It is a prophecy,” Ysara said finally. “A bloodline reborn. A child of moon and flame who will break the cycle of war... or burn everything trying.” I felt the air still around us. Nathaniel stepped forward. “What does that mean for her?”

"An old prophecy." The room became still. "A prophecy?" Olivia repeated. The witch doctor nodded. "A prophecy older than our packs." "Older than the Coven….Older than the kingdoms themselves." A chill crawled down my spine. Kiara hugged Rowan even closer. "What prophecy?" The old woman looked directly at Rowan. "There was once a prediction..." "...that two brothers would be born beneath the Moon Goddess' blessing." My eyes instinctively shifted toward Ryder. "The first would carry the mark."

“Today is your sixteenth birthday. You just need to be happy.” Since birth, a witch had said that Bella would die at sixteen. Her prophecies had never been wrong. So in this house, everything good belonged to Bella. The best venison, the warmest furs, and all of our parents’ love and patience. I felt resentful and jealous. However, I knew Bella had done nothing wrong. It was all because of that damn prophecy! Bella would secretly put healing herbs under my pillow. She would take apart the warm wrist guards our parents gave her, adjust them, and give them to me.

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

my dad continued “What prophecy “ “The day she was birth, a witch came into this pack land, demanding to see me and her mother, she relayed the message to us, saying Marty was a prophecy child and she needs to be protected against external forces by all cause” “What is the prophecy about?”my stepmother's impatient voice was heard next. “She didn't say, when we asked her about it, she said in due time we will know” “But she insisted that if anything wrong happens to her I would be held accountable”

"No! I don't think she is the one. I heard he tried sacrificing her some time ago, but the moon goddess was against it. She is his mate and can't be used to cure him, or else they might both end up losing their lives.” “That priestess is totally wrong. I got the information from a white witch; if Ares gets better, he is going to overthrow me. There was a prophecy.” I swallowed a huge gulp. “A prophecy? Does that really exist? I find it really weird; I thought it only existed in fantasy books.” I asked. “It doesn't just exist in fantasy books, dear. Prophecies happen, and it always ends up with a sad story. I need to get rid of Violet just like I got rid of her sister some years ago.”