South Lomei Prophecy Novels & Stories

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

He says but pauses to look at me. "They have looked for this hybrid for centries as well, and I do believe the prophecy is coming to fruition. My family has been among those looking and keeping an eye out for the keeper of light. The prophecy says that a Nephilim will be born and be the bringer of light. It states that you will prosper to bring peace and join the races. But, it also goes on to say that the Nephilim must be protected because if darkness finds its way into you, that you will bring darkness and the end of humanity." Well, no one has mentioned that part of the prophecy before. I guess no one else knew this either because they all look shocked and are staring at me. I feel Luca a

“But she’s in the dream. She says… she says I’m her heir.” My blood went cold. ⸻ I met with the Elders the next day. “I need answers,” I demanded. “What is Selene planning?” The middle one, the only one who would speak, said this: “She is forming a new prophecy. Not of mates. Not of bloodlines. But of war. She calls it the Reversal. The rebirth of all things in her image.” “And Liam?” I whispered. “He is the child of two fated bloodlines. That makes him a key.”

The warm lamplight wrapped around her, and I tried to memorize every line of her face, knowing this moment was temporary. “You already know the answer,” she said. “The prophecy isn’t about war it’s about balance. You can’t defeat the dark half by destroying it. You have to absorb it. Bring it back to where it belongs.” She pressed my hand firmly. “You and Lyra are two halves of one whole, just like the crystal. What Zephyr did with those pieces this morning… that’s what you’ll have to do with your sister.” “That’s what the prophecy meant,” I whispered. “When it said one shall slay and one shall unite.”

Cade said. "It means they disappeared nine hundred years ago." Soren looked at Lucian. "And you knew." Lucian looked back at him. "I knew the legends." "You recognized these symbols the second the circle appeared." A pause. "Yes." "Then say it." Lucian looked at me inside the circle. At the violet light climbing my arms. "The prophecy begins." Soren turned away from him. "This isn't an attack." He said it to the room but he was looking at me. "It's a summons."

I asked, confused. “We think it has to do with Javier,” Leo added. “What is this prophecy you are talking about?” Ivan asked. “It goes like this, ‘In shattered trust, a soul's demise unfurls, Light eclipsed, darkness seduces and swirls. From virtue to vice, their path takes flight, Redemption's whispers linger, hidden in the night.’” Bastien said. “Sounds like a bad nursery rhyme to me. Why do you think it has anything to do with him?” I asked.

Selene promised, "Katia and I will give her whatever is in our power to do so." Lorn groaned, "Do not let her hear you say that." The four of them laughed and then Katia brought them back to the topic at hand, "So, about this new prophecy, what is it?" Nathan tickled her while he answered, "It says that mates who worry about prophecies and try to find out what it is before everyone else will be tickled until she forgets about said prophecy."

Out of everything Seraphine had expected her to say, a prophecy was the least of her expectations. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "It was foretold by the chief priestess of our pack a hundred years ago." Seraphine's brow furrowed. She had been curious to hear what Soraya had to say, but nothing had prepared her for this. "A prophecy? About me? That sounds... impossible." Soraya leaned forward, her silver hair catching the light, giving her an almost otherworldly appearance. "Not impossible, dear. It is written in the stars. A Luna will rise, one who will endure immense trials and tribulations, yet she will be the one to unite all the packs." Seraphine felt a chill run down her spin

“That fire—what exactly did you do, child?” Eve hesitated. “I don’t know. It just… happened. It felt like something inside me broke free.” Silence. Then Damien spoke, his voice unreadable. “It wasn’t normal.” His gaze locked onto the elders. “And I think you all know that.” Garrick exhaled slowly. “There is a prophecy—” Luca snapped. “We’re not going down this road again.” Eve frowned. “What prophecy?” Marisol’s gaze was sharp. “The Blood Moon Prophecy.”

"He went to pass the prophecy to the Luna." The Prophecy. An ancient prophecy the rogue camp has decided to believe in, despite how unlikely it is. There is no Luna that will come and save the rogues. Happiness isn't waiting for my people in the hands of some powerful omega, but they don't believe this. "I can see you still don't believe the prophecy, my King." Of course, I don't. And I have good reason not to, seeing that Clegane just lost his life. "I have seen things before you were born, and things after even your own children will be born. Your mate holds the key."