The Celestine Prophecy Book Novels & Stories

"We came this far together, Amelia. Let's face whatever lies ahead, side by side." Amelia smiled, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze Luna's. "Always, Luna. I'm with you until the end." The two of them sat cross-legged in front of the open book, their bodies radiating an aura of unity. Luna gingerly began turning the pages, her eyes scanning the ancient symbols and illustrations that adorned them. The words seemed to leap off the page, whispers of forgotten knowledge. As they delved deeper into the book, Luna's heart skipped a beat. She stumbled upon a prophecy, one that spoke of a powerful bond that would transcend time and bring balance to the realms. Luna's name appeared in the prophe

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.”

When the diagnosis vanished, it revealed one last note at the bottom of the box. It was written in my handwriting, carrying a cold finality he had never seen from me before. "I believe in the prophecy now, Troy."

In anger, he raised his right hand to strike me with a punch. "Don't!" The MC commanded him. "She..." He pointed towards my direction. "She's a virgin hybrid, who holds the key to the sacred. She is also the last remaining lupine of her kind. Claiming her as yours guarantees beautiful offsprings, accessing the magical, and a free showcase of endless magic..." Before he could even finish speaking, the men were already bidding. "Twenty million dollars!" "Thirty million dollars!" "Forty two million dollars!" More and more kept coming, until something strange happened.

“I think this may be what we’ve been looking for.” The entry is newer, dated only a few weeks ago. Her script is rushed. “The Eastern Archive has arrived. Hidden for over a century, passed between hands too scared to keep it. Cowards. I have the Grimoire now. The prophecy is mine to fulfill.” Cerelia turns the page, her voice flat as she reads out the so-called prophecy. When the veil thins and the blood moon rises, A reckoning shall stir in the belly of the earth. The beasts of the night shall cast off their chains,

"We need to know what we're dealing with." We look for hours. The moon climbs higher in the sky. Finally, hidden away in a forgotten corner, I locate it. A book bound in black leather. No title. Just a bizarre symbol on the cover – a wolf howling at a shattered moon. My heart skips. "This is it," I murmur. Carefully, I open the book. The pages are ancient, frail, yet the text is legible. It tells about a prophesy. A prophesy concerning a Luna born under a crimson moon. A Luna whose love would either rescue the world... or cause it its destruction.

Lilith is surely engaging in a sexual act with Theo, and despite the fact that we have guests, they are not being noiseless about it. “Drink?” I offer, though I don’t particularly know what we have to offer. “No, thank you, Khai. So, where is the child?” Celeste asks, looking around the house inquisitively. “Lilith?” “No, Tobias. The prognosticate.” “What does that mean?” I ask. “He’s your prophecy. He has been sent down from my realm to lead you through the path that has been chosen for you.” “That’s enough, Celeste. It is not time for him to be guided.” Theseus stops her from talking anymore.

I felt it every waking hour power building inside me like a storm gathering strength, tightening like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit, My body strained under forces that seemed to bend reality around them, but my will remained unbroken, forged in the crucible of loss into something harder than steel. At night, when the camp settled into uneasy quiet, I sat by the fire with my hands pressed to my swelling belly, whispering promises to the life stirring within me. "You'll be born into a world remade," I murmured, feeling the responding flutter of movement. I'll make sure there is no more shadow puppeteers neither will there be wars fought for the entertainment of ancient tyrants. I pro

Yet, with the universe as a witness, they were determined to prevail. As the trio deliberated on which path to take, a sudden celestial melody echoed throughout the realm, silencing even the whispers of the Starborn. The Celestial Codex in Liora's hands began to vibrate and glow with an intensity they'd never seen before. It then flew out of her grasp, pages flipping wildly, until it settled on an ancient prophecy, previously hidden from view.

As I try to avoid offending anyone with inadequate pleasantries, my mind is running at full throttle. There’s a prophecy, one made by Chalcea only last December. Both Chryseus and Canus seem to believe in this prophecy, and they must also think that Scintilla is the subject of this prophecy. The eldest child of princely get… Did Scintilla know in her past life? Is that why she did what she did? In gold through silver—if Canus is silver, then Scintilla was surely gold. Did she interpret the word ‘through’ to mean that she needed to commit Desecration on him?