The Alpha's Destiny The Prophecy Novels & Stories

"The Alpha has finalized the dawn logs. The high elders have arrived from the summit to oversee the extraction. You have three hours before the irons are heated." He flicked his gaze over to the mages, who began setting their leather cases onto the iron table in the center of the corridor. "The Alpha gave a final command," Marcus added, his voice dropping into a low whisper that reached my ears through the dark. "If you reveal the location of the remaining Moonlight scroll caches before the irons are placed... he will allow you to live out your days in the western rogue sectors after the parasite is removed. If you remain silent, the mages will not use the numbing root."

"There's a difference." "Explain." Nadia gestured, and a waiter brought drinks. "The prophecy is real. Your children will bring either peace or ruin. But the prophecy is incomplete. There's a second part, one that was deliberately hidden." She pulled out a document, ancient and fragile. "This is the full prophecy. The part your grandfather found was only the first stanza. Here's the rest: Three born of Alpha blood divine Shall walk the path of shadow's line But beware the Fourth who walks alone

My fingers pause on a passage marked in gold: “White wolves are rare, sacred. Their bloodlines are traced to the moon goddess herself, and when marked by an Alpha, their children are considered vessels of divine prophecy.” My stomach turns, the baby kicks again, suddenly the dream makes sense. “He will be mine.” The unknown voice… he wants the baby not because it’s Zane’s…but because of me, because of what I think i carry in my blood. The prophecy won’t stop echoing in my mind. “White wolves are rare sacred. Their bloodlines are traced to the moon goddess herself, and when marked by an Alpha, their children are considered vessels of divine prophecy.” Vessels. Like I’m just a means to an end.

Honestly, it made me feel better. “The Red Alpha,” Nicholas muttered. “The prophecy is finally fulfilled.” “What prophecy?” I asked, cleaning my eyes. “The prophecy that always made us know that Alpha Kieran was the promised Alpha,” Jephta said, confusing me more. “It said that at the end of times, when a great battle was fought, an Alpha would rise, the Alpha of fire, the Red Alpha, and he would win the battle alongside other armies the goddess would choose,” Nicholas said, making it clearer to me.

Together, they delved into the depths of the tapestry, studying its ancient symbols and deciphering its hidden messages. As Isabella immersed herself in her studies, she stumbled upon a forgotten prophecy that had been concealed within the tapestry for centuries. It spoke of a great cosmic alignment, a convergence of destinies that would bring forth a new era of supernatural beings. According to the prophecy, two powerful Alphas would rise, each destined to play a pivotal role in shaping the future of the supernatural world. One would be the Alpha King, chosen by the Lycan prince who had long awaited his mate. The other would be the Alpha Queen, the fated mate of Phoenix, the prospective Alp

Not when everything I had failed to shield her from was collapsing around us. I felt a familiar wave of anger swell within me, like a raging fire ready to engulf everything around it. It was the same anger that surged whenever I witnessed her tears, whenever she gazed at me with eyes filled with confusion and pain. But I couldn’t shield her from this. She had been destined for this long before I understood how deeply I needed her, how profoundly I loved her. And it was that very love that tethered me to this destiny. I was the Alpha. The prophecy declared that I couldn’t alter what was meant to happen. I could only stand by and watch.

Anything connected to that address. Hours passed. The sun set. The house grew dark around me. Then my phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. "Hello?" The voice was low. Distorted. Mechanical. "You're next, Alpha." My blood froze. "Who is this?" "The same people your father tried to kill. The same people he thought he'd buried. We survived. And now we're coming for you." "If you want revenge, come after me. Leave the pack out of it." "The pack is already involved. Everyone who benefited from your father's crimes will pay."

I hit the floor with a grunt, the breath knocked out of me. Corvin stepped forward, “Dispose of him. Far from the borders. Make sure everyone knows he’s not welcome back.” I tried to speak, but the blackness pulled harder as I finally succumbed to it. Varen stood tall in the center of the broken council chamber, arms lifted as though he were giving a sermon. “Your Alpha has fallen,” he declared, voice booming. “The Bloodhound line is finished. From this moment forward—” He smiled, slow and sinister. “—you follow me.”

“Why? Why is he hunting you?” I sighed, burdened with the weight of prophecy. “It said an Alpha will come, as every thousand years he has done since the loss to us from this dimension of humanity and with him bring balance again in Shamanism lead an end or destruction upon everything that is wrong which came claimed so many forms among your wicked-kind —Maledictus are these fallen creatures— and another time we lose our ways because them over there make chaos too. That Alpha being me according to Sebastian and famous beliefs. And he wants me dead before I can complete that prophecy.”

“Then it is done, Kallias. You now have all the might and power to be the Alpha King in exchange for the memory of your heart and your beloved childhood friend. May the Moon Goddess guide you and protect you; May the God of Death keep you from his embrace.” “NO!” “Hear my prophecy, Alpha of the Nightblood Pack.” Then she spoke again in a deep, guttural voice: “You shall win the throne of an Alpha King, but beware that love shall be your undoing. Memories shall vanish, but the feelings will remain—the girl you love shall never come to you in sorrow and pain.” “A prophecy?” Kallias dreadfully whispered. “A prophecy scarier than an Oracle’s?” The witch didn't answer. In a blink, both the witch