The Dark Prophecy Novels & Stories

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Alpha Red's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "What was the prophecy?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of how to reveal the truth. But I knew I had to tell him. "The prophecy said that our child is the Light Wolf, destined to bring balance and harmony to our world," I said, my voice trembling. "But there's another, a Dark Wolf, born to destroy the universe alongside our child if they ever bond.”

The more I learn, the more I realize that the prophecy is not just about Savage, but about a greater threat that could threaten the entire supernatural world. I come across mention of a powerful entity known as the Dark Goddess, who is to say to be awakening and seeking a vessel to unleash her power upon the world. The prophecy speaks of a being with the abilities of both a wolf, a demon, and a vampire, who will rise up to challenge the Dark Goddess and restore balance to the world. I spend months researching and studying, trying to unravel the mystery of the prophecy and the Dark Goddess. I visit every library and archives in the area and even make trips to other cities and countries where

Nyx raised her brows at him and her expression became serious all of a sudden, a completely different image from the one he had just been staring at. The Dark Witch was back, and he felt a chill run down his spine as her purple eyes inspected him. “Deal,” she murmured. “You shall pass now.” And with that, she twirled and vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind. And Max felt like he had just woken up from a dormant state. “What the f*ck was that?” he heard Fitz complaining by his side, but he didn’t dare to move for a few seconds. He didn’t know what he had done by accepting her trade, but he knew it couldn’t mean a good thing.

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

Gods. He was too close. Towering over me, silver eyes burning with hunger. A dark, wicked chuckle rumbled from his chest as his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hardening instantly beneath the sheer fabric. “What’s wrong, Evelise?” he laughed softly, the sound low and evil. “You look shocked. Did you really think I would let that old man have you after I claimed you? When I said you were mine… did you think I was just talking?”

I said. “The prophecy of Nightveil was never about destruction,” he began. “It was never about one twin being evil and the other being good. That was how frightened people chose to read it through the lens of their own fear.” He folded his hands on the table. “The prophecy is about balance. Light and dark aren’t opposites the way your pack believed. They’re complements. Two forces that need each other to be whole.” His gaze held mine. “You and Lyra together are what the prophecy spoke of. Not enemies. Two halves of something that was always meant to be one.”

The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with. The president made a pact with the darkness, the underworld where evil reigns above all. His allegations against the Tamara Family invite lots of the villains to come for the president’s head. The Tamara family is also influential in the underworld, proven by the hitmen and mercenaries they hired to kill the president.

It was the kind of laugh that belonged to someone who had nothing left to lose, someone who'd embraced the darkness inside them completely. "She's mine now," Korran said, and his voice dropped lower, more serious. "And long gone. Even though you tried to keep her from me." Another dark chuckle. "Even you can't stop the prophecy." "You are going to regret this," Damon said, and it wasn't a threat. It was a fact, spoken with absolute certainty. Korran tilted his head to the side, that smirk never leaving his face. "Make me."

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

“God damn it, Juniper,” Orion growls, slumping back in his chair and lifting is hands to his eyes, pressing the heels of his palms against them in frustration. “What are you even talking about? And you’re – you’re forgetting! About the prophecy, the pact! That if I don’t find my mate and ascend the throne, then Darkness is going to take this world back, and whatever you think is shit about this world is just going to get worse!” “Well, we won’t let that happen either,” I grumble stubbornly, stabbing my spoon into my soup, not really hungry anymore.