Romans & histoires The Art Of Prophecy

This isn’t the end of the prophecy. It’s the beginning.

Funny thing about prophecies was this – once told, they took on the life energy of their own. Prophecies in our realm were dangerous. Regardless of whether positive or negative, they fight hard to realize themselves – or what we call to become. A fulfilled prophecy created the end of that energetic circle, and it regenerated into pure energy. Depending on the prophecy itself, it could choose how to manifest after its fulfillment. Some chose to come back as prophecies, some chose life in a different form – usually plants and herbs or flowers. Regardless, they were driven by almost a survival instinct to be complete - to become.

The taller Elder stated,“The prophecy foretells of an omega whose soul shines brighter than the sun and whose heart is purer than the first snowfall. This chosen one will bring balance to the warring packs and unite the alpha and omega clans, ushering in a golden era of peace and prosperity.” I frowned, seeking clarity. "So, is this prophecy myth or reality?" The shorter elder's expression turned stern. "Ignorance makes a man foolish and blinds him from what's before him." Before I could respond, the two elders stood up and left, leaving us stranded. I wanted to protest, but the younger mage sat beside us, his friendly tone a welcome change. "What questions do you have? I'll answer," he offe

Him and his vain, domineering Luna had become almost like a permanent decor on the coven grounds, much to Shay’s dismay. Walking, caged within the confinements of her own mind, Shay suddenly found herself outside Jackson’s office doors. Still feeling overcome with the cruelty of the gods, she looked up and stopped to examine them in detail. She had stood before them for so many times in her life, but has she really, truly…seen them? Suddenly all that anxiety she felt ever since she was a girl started to make sense. The prophecy was not only a bedtime story after all…it was real. And her own hiraeth was a part of it.

Next, they began to recite words of incantations, and speak in strange languages like they were hypnotized. "We'll know why we're here." The voice of our oldest female alpha spoke up. "We're here to witness the holy matrimony of Aurora Devine Wood and Shane Gledova." Each word that came out of her mouth, was accompanied by dead silence. "As the unite today in holy matrimony, may the moon goddess bless and approve of their union, and give victory to our pack." She prayed. As she spoke, my heart froze in silence. I knew what was going to come next.

"I discovered something. In the files of the old pack. I scowled. "What sort of thing?" "A prophecy," he remarked as he entered and set the sheet down next to the artefact on the table. As I looked over the faded print, I was chilled by the words: "The saviour touched by the Void will rise, their shadow and light intertwined. They will either be destroyers or redeemers at the end of the world. My heart was racing as I gazed at the parchment. "What does this signify?" With his gaze riveted on mine, Damon whispered, "It means you." "The prophecy contains all of the information about the artefact and the Void's relationship to you."

“Yes.” “You signed.” “Yes.” “You gave your word.” “Yes.” “And now you retract it.” “Yes.” “Your word means nothing?” “My word was given under sarcasm” “Sarcasm of what?” “Prophecy.” He watches me carefully. “You still believe in it.” “I believe in consequences.” “And the prophecy named her.” “Yes.” “And named me.” “Yes.” “And yet you undo it.” “Because prophecy is guidance, not prison.” “You speak dangerously.” “I have lived dangerously.” He exhales slowly.

Replied Zach, “I didn’t mean it that way buddy! I would never.” I knew he was saying the truth. But this feeling was strong, and it was hard to control it. It was the wolf part of me trying to protect its mate. Zach was a wolf too, so he understood. “Yeah, no hard feelings.” I said and then, changing the subject. “So, how’s it going with the investigation about the prophecy?” There was this old prophecy told by my people, that a darkness would awaken and bring despair to our family. It was believed that this prophecy would soon come true. Zach oversaw the investigation, trying to find what would awaken and try to prevent it.

Just questions—never-ending, terrifying inquiry. "Kyara," he continued softly but firmly, "we need to figure out what's going on with you." If Victor is correct and there is a prophecy, we need to grasp what we're dealing with. I nodded, but my mind was racing. How could I understand something that did not make sense? A prophecy? A power I didn't ask for? The entire concept appeared absurd, like something out of a twisted storybook. Yet, deep within, I felt its reality like a slow-burning flame. There was something ancient and dangerous inside of me.

A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives. The next day when I was finally not that surrounded by warlocks, I took out the small booklet. "¡Trae una cúpula para proteger a mis seres queridos!" I chanted under my breath. A dome appeared in the sky slowly placing a barrier between the warlocks and all of us. It is not that strong and I don't have that much time to waste.