Scarlet Witch Prophecy Novels & Stories

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

Instead of replying, she tsked and shook her head," Marius Fletch, you must think that my IQ is the same as the room temperature. Really? So, a wolf who is known for his greed, cruelty and connivance is to be believed when he says that my mate should not be trusted. I don't know what to say to you other than, if I wanted to smell sh*t, I would have gone to the public washrooms. So..." "I have proof." Marius protested. Saying so, he pulled out a small glass ball. The insides were swirling with a dark smoke as if a voice yearned to come out and speak. Entranced, Crystal wanted to hold the prophecy and extended her hand for it when Erin growled loudly in her head," Blackmagic." Stiffening a bit

I moved my head to the side, pursing my lips as my thoughts just seemed frozen. "Long ago, there were rumours of a prophecy talking about a wolf-less girl shifting into a red wolf and being mated to two mates. You already know that the red wolf would put a stop to our immortality, mine and the rest of the dark witches, as they call us," she began, clearing her throat.

"Decades ago, she claims there was a message on the Walls of Prophecy. According to her, the spirits crafted a child in their own image. The child would be born as an act of vengeance, being the most powerful witch to ever live. Her sole purpose would be to bring about the end of the wolves. According to her, she's the..." "The blood and the curse," The woman completed, her eyes finally shifting toward them. Slowly, she moved towards them, her burned face lending her an eerie, haunting look. "The prophecy is already in motion. It's already happening, and nobody is doing anything about it!" The man tsked, leaning in to whisper to Malkar. "She keeps insisting that she had seen the prophecy its

"A lot of cities were found with bloods on the floor both from our people and also from The Werewolf, if this continues the world will come to an end. "So do you think my destiny is to save the world that is already ending You might not know but the night I awakened I saw the man that caused this whole Prophecy issues which is the reason forbthe blood Hatred. I told him for making those important to me die, When the world needs my helps because of the so called fate. "I WILL NEVER MOVE"

“However, despite that I wished to protect the Righ. I am not answerable to you!” “All witches-” “I am not all witches!” The wind picks up speed and there is a sudden heaviness to the air, as the witch gets to her feet, “I am the witch who has withstood time! I have recorded and witnessed the downfall of the Righs, one by one. I have recorded their prophecies, including the one which is taking place now!” I go still, “What do you mean? Which prophecy?”

It was the kind of laugh that belonged to someone who had nothing left to lose, someone who'd embraced the darkness inside them completely. "She's mine now," Korran said, and his voice dropped lower, more serious. "And long gone. Even though you tried to keep her from me." Another dark chuckle. "Even you can't stop the prophecy." "You are going to regret this," Damon said, and it wasn't a threat. It was a fact, spoken with absolute certainty. Korran tilted his head to the side, that smirk never leaving his face. "Make me."

Jessica felt her stomach knot and twist at his words, “Others? You mean….” Elias interrupted Jessica’s words as he stepped closer to the she-wolf, closing the gap between them. He lowered his voice to a whisper, so only he and Jessica could hear it. “The prophecy doesn’t bind you to one alpha; you have four Jessica. Jack, myself and two more who are yet to appear to you. Together we are to rebuild the shattered ones.” “And if I refuse?” Jessica asked, standing her ground confidently, “What if I don’t want to repair your silly, shattered pack? I am done with pack life now. I’m going back to the City after this. Back to my normal job and my normal home.”

A murmur spread among the witches. One of the younger wizards leaned forward, defiant. “Then what of our cause? Will we let a child ruin the balance we bled to create?” An elder responded sharply, “She is the balance. If the prophecy holds, her awakening ends the scent chain. No Alpha, no Haspan, no dominion. Just us—” The words caught in his throat as the Veilfire flickered again, warningly. Another witch slammed her palm on the table.

"Tell me about the prophecy. The real version. Not the sanitized one Vida fed me." Something flashed in Heriberto's expression—approval, maybe. Like I had passed some test. "The real prophecy." He leaned back against the cold stone wall, chains clinking. "Much older than your family, little one. Centuries old. Written by the witch elders when they first sensed a shift coming. A crack in the natural order." He paused, studying my face like he was searching for something. "They foresaw a child born with power from all three supernatural bloodlines. Werewolf, witch, Hunter. A hybrid who could unite the world... or burn it to ash."