The Art Of Prophecy Novels & Stories

“My lord—please—we don’t know—” “You will.” Apollo’s voice broke like volcanic glass. “Or you will die. All of you.” The temperature in the room soared, heatwaves rippling visibly through the air as the stone began to drip molten tears down the walls. Ink on scattered parchments blistered and ran, prophecies and histories oozing into unreadable black smears. A prophet—a trembling, skeletal creature—stepped forward, clutching the edges of her crimson robes. “My King…” she whispered. “I saw something—”

Visions erupted in my mind, vivid and unstoppable, showing me the truth I had been chasing all along. I saw myself, standing at the edge of two worlds—one bathed in light, the other shrouded in darkness. The prophecy wasn’t just about saving Silverclaw or defeating Draven—it was about balance. Light and shadow, creation and destruction. And I was the fulcrum upon which that balance rested. Then the deity’s voice echoed in my mind, deep and resonant, as if it had been waiting for this moment to speak clearly: “You are not merely a vessel for change, Seraphina. You are the change. The prophecy was never about preventing the conflict—it was about reshaping the world through it.”

The editor had found the manuscript compelling, particularly its exploration of choosing love over fear at life's critical junctures. As she signed the contract in their apartment, the cobra statue watched from its permanent place on their bookshelf, no longer an enigma to be deciphered but a reminder of the wisdom they'd discovered together: that true prophecy lies not in smoke and visions, but in the courage to embrace the present with an open heart.

She spoke of an ancient prophecy that foretold the coming of a chosen one—a being with the power to wield the artifact for good or evil. The prophecy hinted at a connection to Cassandra, and we knew that the fate of our world rested on her shoulders. She was destined to face the darkness once again, to confront the ancient artifact and either destroy it or wield it for the greater good. As the day of the prophecy's fulfillment drew near, tension and anticipation gripped our packs. We gathered under the Tree of Unity, a solemn air surrounding us as we awaited the unfolding of fate. The moon shone brightly overhead, casting a glow on Cassandra as she stood before us, her silver eyes filled wit

“I don’t want this. I don’t want any of it.” The Prophet stepped closer, his presence pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. His gaze bore into mine, like he could see everything—every doubt, every fear, every piece of me that was falling apart. “That’s the thing about prophecy, Seraphina. It doesn’t care what you want. It doesn’t care about your feelings. It doesn’t care about the lives you’ll destroy to get what you think you need. All it cares about is the end result. And in the end, the prophecy will always win.”

“She was a wonderful prophet. She saw you coming years before your arrival.” “It’s important to know that once a prophecy is seen, it vanishes forever. It is never seen by any other prophet again,” Anna continued to explain. “This could explain why one prophet had a vision of the heavenly light and a lot of people now hadn’t heard of it. Prophecies usually die with those who keep them dear. If no one is alive from that time and if they didn’t continue to teach their children of the prophecy, it’s more likely that no one has heard of it.”

And as the dawn broke over Caelmir, soft and unremarkable, Seren laughed, her laughter rolling over the rooftops, carried on a wind that promised a future unwritten. Because prophecy, at its heart, is not destiny. It is the chance for something new. And as the world gathered at the edge of possibility, a little girl with silver eyes became the question that dared them all to hope again

Juno said, “Prophecies are told by seers that foretell something that may happen in the future. People of the past used to believe in such things. Nobody talks about such things in our current times, but that doesn’t mean that the technique is lost forever.” “I still don’t understand.” Rue shook her head. Juno smiled and elaborated further. “If, for example, I’d like to start a rebellion in the past, I’d find a lot of capable people to write a few books before I mobilize my armies. These books would contain hints that point to me becoming the future emperor, which would then in turn be known as a prophecy. “Prophecies were made up by men, and people used to believe in them very much. However

A Silvermoon council elder that stood with Elliot stood abruptly. “Are you saying the prophecy still stands?That it is true that the packs would have power when the Packs unite.” Gina stepped forward, her voice clear. “Alphas of the realm, I greet you. I am Gina, a former priestess of the high priest. I was the one that received the original vision,” she said. “The prophecy is tied to Liora...her union, her leadership, her heart. The Goddess will bless whichever pack unites with her. And all other packs who accept the union will share in that blessing.”

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.