The Jade Mountain Prophecy Novels & Stories

Xander asked confusedly "I felt you following me the day I left and the glacier fairies also said so. You didn't do a good job of hiding really." I shrugged. He just chuckled. Oh, how I missed that smile. "Let's go home now, but this time I'm not going home alone," I said calmly. "Of course, I'll always be by your side, no matter what," Xander replied. "No, not just us. I plan on bringing Clarise's family with me." I announced. xander looked at me with shock. " Your thinking that they might die if we bring them there," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. "They won't because humans are made to be numb to such things, rather numb to mana. I explained and he just smiled at me sweetly. I sighed. Go

He asked. "Because I don't want to! Don't you guys get it" I spread my hand and felt that this scene is somewhat familiar even though I don't know when it ever happened. "This is also about your future, The prophecy existed because of you and I" He said as I paused. "Wait! Hold in! What are you talking about?" I asked him but he just shook his head. "We can't meet now because of the present situation but that doesn't mean that things will change. We all have secrets that we want to find out and this might be a stepping stone because it is called 'FATE'." He said as I rolled my eyes.

she uttered. "Why apologize when it's not your fault," Kristion spoke at the corner, watching the mates. "Addanc was a prophecy that was bound to happen one way or the other," The Blood Prophecy. Gwen already knew that but she felt terrible and wished she could turn back time or wished she had done something to help but no, throughout the mess, she had been trapped in her subconsciousness and was an impediment to others. "I wish I could turn back time," "But you can't and believe me, everything turned out for the best. Addanc is gone and I will look to it that he will never see the light of the world again,"

"I won't put you on a pedestal for the government to take a shot at." "You don't get it! Ahh!" Elodie gasped, doubling over as a flash of white light pulsed behind her eyes. "He’s screaming, Victor! The Prophet says the mountain is the only ground strong enough to hold the weight of what’s coming. The eclipse... it’s the only window." "Fine. We move at midnight." Victor’s jaw set into a hard, jagged line. "But if a single red dot appears on your chest, I’m burning that mountain to the ground with everyone on it."

Several of the oldest pack elders suddenly rushed forward, their faces pale, their eyes wide with absolute shock. They dropped to their knees before me, their foreheads pressing against the cold stone of the dais. "The ancient prophecy…," the eldest woman cried out, her voice echoing through the silent courtyard. "She is not only the missing daughter of our bloodline... She is the Moon Goddess Chosen! The prophecy of the Silverthorn line has been fulfilled!" The entire crowd erupted; People started shouting, crying and praying. Some dropped to their knees and others stared in shock. As the six-pointed star continued to glow brightly against my skin, a sudden, massive wave of warmth rushed th

A woman with long hair, her wrist cut, her blood flowing into the basin. Lena. I knew it with a certainty that made my knees weak. She was not screaming in the carving. She was praying. “She didn’t know,” I whispered. Jake frowned. “Know what?” “That the mountain listens,” I said. “That it keeps what it’s given.” A tremor rippled through the chamber, stronger than before. The basin stirred. The black surface quivered, then sank inward like a mouth preparing to speak. I stepped back instinctively, every nerve screaming.

The sounds of the compound filtered through faintly — distant voices, the occasional crack of timber being moved, the world putting itself back together in the dark. "We're farther from her than we've ever been," Nix said quietly. "The mountains are north. We're here." A breath. "But we're closer to ending this than we've ever been. The prophecy child is real. She's here. Seven years old and carrying the weight of every pack alive." Her voice caught. "I spent three years looking for Kendra, and the answer was always a child who just wanted to be a child."

Anger seeps into Naomi’s voice and body language as she talks about her bastard of a mate. “Where is this prophecy from? I’ve never heard of it,” Meredith says. You can see that her gaze has turned inwards. Is she talking to the Goddess, trying to get answers? “It isn’t from the Goddess. Julian’s great-great grandmother was a witch. A seer. The prophecy is one that she foretold, prior to the founding of the Meteoric Rise Pack,” Arya says. “So…” Confusion causes Zak’s eyebrows to bunch, his mouth to turn down. “Does that prophecy hold any weight?”

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.

He looked at me with eyes of pity. I hated that, and I hated what was going on in front of me. “So what do we do?” I asked, “I don't want to end up being killed because you guys don't want the prophecy coming to pass.” “If we wanted you dead we would have left you in town with the wolves,” Gabriel said tiredly. He collapsed on the chair behind him and rubbed his hands together. “It's so fucking cold here.” He complained. “Something here does not make sense.” Darius said, “The prophecy spoke of three mountains and tree rivers.”