The Great Prophecy Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

And if he never woke, The prophecy would die with him

"And we've been waiting for you." I attempted to fight free after feeling a wave of panic, but Kael held me firmly. Then I saw it—a big, old-looking book—open on a table close by. The phrases, printed in large, black lettering, remained readable despite the yellowed and worn pages. "Aria, this is the prophecy," Kael Kael said, "Aria, this is the prophecy," his eyes shining with anticipation. "The prophecy that foretells the coming of a great leader, a leader who will unite the packs and bring peace to our world."

Their cryptic prophecies revealed a future fraught with peril, but also the potential for profound transformation. One such prophecy foretold the awakening of the Phoenix Heart, an artifact said to hold the essence of creation itself. This relic, they learned, was scattered across the realm, hidden in the most remote and perilous locations. Asher and Elira took up the quest to assemble the Phoenix Heart, for its power was rumored to be the key to vanquishing ancient evils and renewing the world.

Frazier responded. “You mean you’re helping with The Revolution?” Cassidy asked him, to which he nodded. “We accept your help,” Calypso smiled. “Alright, that’s that. What is it that we all had to be here for?” Nathan asked. “As you guys know, Killian and I came back to perform the ritual for the turning of the Lycans. Well, that happened two nights ago, but we also learnt something else. I am not the Great Alpha as Nathan had predicted. Instead, our bundle of joy here is the prophesized Great Alpha,” Calypso informed smilingly, looking down at her son.

Penelope signed and disappeared. “The way you sounded earlier, made Jordan a weapon. Is the prophecy really true?” Gabriel said. “Well, the first part of the prophecy said that a child who would wipe out our species will be born by a hybrid and it happened. The child has been born, he’ll wipe us out one day.” Mrs. Jackson said. “How do you feel about this? How do you feel knowing that your grandson will take away all of your powers someday? Don’t you want to prevent to that too?” Gabriel said.

Together, they tied Krulisa down with a spell and buried her underneath an old dungeon. Ones Krulisa was buried; Geoffery sacrificed himself and created the prophecy. In his last breath he uttered something that neither of us know. Except for the person who witnessed and stayed beside him while he died. My father, Oliver Park. My father wrote the prophecy down on a paper and kept it hidden. The day I met Hector, my father passed me the prophecy and told me to open it when time comes. I didn’t know what he was talking about back then. Until, the attack on our Coven happened. I thought this was the right time and so I opened it. To my shock, I couldn’t believe what I read.

“There’s something you need to know about the supreme god’s power and the prophecy we discovered.” They gathered in the council room, where the ancient texts lay spread out. Elysia pointed to a passage they had overlooked. “It speaks of a great sacrifice that must be made to harness the full power of the supreme god. It says that one of great heart and strength must give their life willingly.” A heavy silence fell over the room. The gravity of the prophecy sank in, casting a shadow over their thoughts. Kai clenched his fists. “We’ve already lost so much. How can we ask anyone to make such a sacrifice?”

“Do not pretend you are merely a bystander. You know as well as I do that your name is woven into the very same prophecy that brought her here.” “I suppose,” he replied gruffly, turning his focus back to his wine. “We will prepare the stage for you, Herse,” Arce said, turning back to me. “All you must do is reach the gates of Olympus.” I shook my head, the weight of the Oracle’s words pressing down on me once more. “But how can the death of one God bring down the rest? If Zeus falls, what stops the others from rising in his place? The prophecy doesn't just promise a change in leadership, it claims the entire pantheon will crumble.”

And there, hidden within the dusty pages of an ancient manuscript, I found it—the prophecy that would change everything. As I read the words inscribed upon the yellowed parchment, a sense of awe washed over me, as if I had stumbled upon the key to unlocking the mysteries of the moon's spell. The prophecy spoke of a chosen one, a figure destined to lead the werewolf pack to victory against their enemies and restore balance to the world. The prophecy also spoke of a figure destined to rise from the ashes of darkness and lead the werewolf clans to victory against their enemies. It spoke of a power unlike anything the world had ever seen, a power that would change the course of history forever.

“I know, Nate. I know. But now, you have to fulfill the prophecy.” Tears stream down my face—I didn’t even realize I was crying until she wipes them away. “I love you, Nyx,” I whisper, kissing her once, softly. “I love you too.” Persephone presses a celestial bronze blade into my hand. The only thing that can kill a god. I’m shaking. My hands, my heart, my entire soul are splintering. “You have to do it, Nathan. Now.” Persephone wraps my fingers around the handle and moves my hand over Nyx’s heart.