The Dark Prophecy Novels & Stories

I warned. “Still protecting her?” she hissed. “You never learn, do you? The prophecy won’t spare her. It never does.” I didn’t answer. I just turned, forcing myself toward the door as the temple trembled around us. Every instinct screamed that something had shifted. Outside, the wind howled like a living thing. The Moon’s red light followed me all the way down the mountain path. If the Moon wanted a monster, it would have one. Because no matter what it took, no matter what the prophecy said, I was going to find Zylia.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

He asked them and instantly replied. "I am a magician, a dark magician." A cycle is to be completed, the presence of a dark warlock will merge all pantheons and breed war. This is the prophecy, the prophecy spoken off the lips of the being of Secrecy. (CHECK THE FIRST CHAPTER FOR THIS QUOTE)

"So what do you need help with?" "I got you a dog seeing how bad I treated you."he said as they got to the dungeon. "Omg,so cute," Mephistopheles said carrying the dog. She screamed and in an instance her soul was out of Ava's body. "You tricked me you rat." "You dare come into my territory," Vador laughed. "You're going down dark lord and the girl will be used," Mephistopheles yelled. "Ava," Vador screamed seeing Ava lose consciousness.Using his vampire speed he caught her right in time "your dark lord is here now," he whispered.

The pain of death and destruction radiate from it, but I ignore it…like always. Reaching the door, I slam my fist against the wood. Elora opens the door, her eyes the color of silver, gaze cold as marble. “Ezra. Come for another prophecy?” She steps aside, allowing me into her home. Her face wrinkles. “Why are you all wet?”

do you mean?” “You see, little Bella, I left out a very small detail in all of this. Namek was severely injured during the battle thousands of years ago by our ancestor Jósephine Santacruz and the coven, but Jósephine was unable to kill her own daughter and instead imprisoned her. However, the Dark One’s body was seriously damaged.Delilah stopped and looked at me. “The Dark one can only jump into a witch of Santacruz blood, and she needs a vessel to possess before she can return to our world.” Delilah’s smile widened as I responded, “You— You are going to be the Dark one’s vessel. That’s how you intend to gain more power.” She was crazy; she would even go so far as to let herself be taken o

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

Amaya flipped open the book, pensively opening it to a page where there was a crude image of the same demon I’d seen carved into the cave in Texas. “I think this prophecy might give us a clue,” Amaya whispered, pointing to the page with the demon depicted on it. "It talks about the dark witch." “This entire book is full of prophecies,” I countered. “It is…but these two seem to be related,” Amaya mused, suddenly flipping the page to another prophecy that depicted an angel holding a burning torch. I leaned over, reading the page about the dark witch. The August witch with heart of darkest night, Who rises under blood moon’s light,

I said, walking around him to assess how he's doing so far. I suddenly saw him flinch, then shudder. I knew instantly what was to come. He's losing control again. I knew it will be very difficult the moment I knew what his affinity was. Being a dark warlock meant his powers are immensely aggressive. And if that person with this certain affinity doesn't know how to control it, he will eventually be consumed by the power. And that is the very exact thing that I'm trying to stop happening.

The werewolves and vampires struck with renewed strength, their attacks landing true. Kai stood at the center of the battle, his son held high, the golden light streaming from him like a beacon. The darkness could not touch them. The light protected them all. The battle raged for hours. The darkness threw everything it had at them, but the light held strong. Slowly, inexorably, the tide began to turn. The darkness began to retreat, its power broken by the combined might of the armies and the golden light of the prophecy. As the first light of dawn began to creep over the mountains, the darkness let out a final, terrible scream and vanished. The seal had been reforged. The ancient enemy was b