The Jade Mountain Prophecy Novels & Stories

June asked as she sat down on the couch in the sitting room of our apartment in the palace. “The prophecy — the one my sister received, that was sent to her as a warning — well, the deities also sent it to me.” June nodded, and I stood behind her, my hand resting on her shoulder. I had explained the prophecy to her during our week in Seeravi, when we’d been preparing for our attack on Tobias and rescuing the destroyed packs. “It’s over though, right?” I asked. “‘But the light will sunder them and turn them to dust?’”

All they knew was that the girl was born just as the red moon phenomenon was at its peak. "We've searched all over Wolfspring, but we haven't gotten any results yet." Jayden stopped talking because he remembered something. Then he raised his gaze and said, "Mave Hendrick. Do you remember what the old man said about the great power that would destroy you? I think he knows something about that prophecy." "He's an old man who likes to brag. His words can't be trusted," Albert said. "Maybe so, but I found some notes about... seers!" Jayden exclaimed as he snapped his fingers, remembering something. "They must have known about the prophecy," he continued.

Jordan growled. "The Moon Goddess shows the oracle those prophecies to guide us, not to imprison us into a singular path. Multiple paths can lead to the same future. We can’t base our whole lives around a singular sentence uttered by the oracle. Remember yours, Jordan? We never let the oracle finish because we were too scared of what it would mean. Too scared, it could ruin your life. I won’t let her prophecy dictate Isadora’s life anymore. If the oracle is right, she’ll choose the right Alpha anyway." "So when will this fight take place? The sooner the better, I hope." I couldn’t wait to kick my so-called brother’s ass.

The journey to the Clawed Peak was nothing like Elena had expected. The towering mountain loomed before them, its jagged peaks cutting into the sky like claws reaching for the heavens. The air around them felt different—thicker, colder, with a sense of foreboding that seeped into their bones. Every step they took toward the base of the mountain seemed to drag them deeper into an abyss of uncertainty. Elena could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the weight of the prophecy, the fragment in her possession, and the dangers that lay ahead. The closer they got, the more the mountain seemed to pulse with a dark energy, as if it had a life of its own, watching them, waiting.

The temple itself was carved into the ribcage of the mountain, the black stone veined with silver, pulsating slightly beneath the weight of their feet. "Elara," Rhys said, his breath misting in the sudden cold, "are you absolutely sure this is the location?" "This is where my blood led me," she said, tightly, gazing into the wide, waiting doors. "This is where the mirror sleeps” Lyra stepped beside her. “If the legends are true, it doesn’t show the truth. It shows what the prophecy never wanted to see.” “Good,” Elara muttered. “I’m tired of half-truths.”

Focused instead on the sharp sting of the bark beneath my fingertips. I had lived in exile for as long as I could remember. The Silver Moon Pack threw me out when I was just a child. Said I was cursed. A bad omen. Something to fear. My mother died not long after that—some said she killed herself because of me. I never believed them. Not really. But sometimes... sometimes the doubt crept in like rot. I had no answers. No real memories of why they cast me out. Just pain. Pain and this power I couldn’t control.

“My papa was a fearless man and didn’t listen to her advice. He still brought the villagers with him and left. But that same night, my papa and the villagers didn’t come back. Only the women and children were left behind at the foot of the mountain. They were worried about their men, but they dared not go up the mountain to find them. It was then my mama suddenly remembered the words the woman had said to my papa and she ran to question her. She asked the woman if she knew anything when she tried to stop my papa from going up the mountain to gather and chop firewood this morning. “The woman quietly looked at my mama and sighed after quite some time. She then told her that it was an unspeakab

Oh how I love his embrace. " Do you need anything else?" I asked Loranda and she said she didn't. We stepped outside and Damon asked for her to be transferred to another room and well taken care of and then we went to our room. I know he was itching to ask me what happened but didn't want to till we were well settled. "So what happened between you both?" He asked and I spilled out every thing I knew. He seemed to have been shocked when I mentioned the alpha king and the prophecy but it didn't seem as if he was hearing about it for the first time. Did he know something about all of this?

Jade's POV ​The mountains didn't care about the Public Ledger. To the jagged, snow-capped peaks of the Bitterroot Range, the collapse of the Cavallo empire was as significant as a single dry leaf falling into a stream. There was no fiber-optic pulse here, no cellular hum, and no watchful entity lurking in the shadows of the pines. There was only the wind, the scent of cedar, and a stillness so vast it felt like a physical weight pressing against my chest.

“No. The prophecy explicitly states the five-hundred-year cycle cannot be broken by silver or fire. The moon will always claim her vessel. And the Red Lake shamans have spent ten years digging through the old ruins in the dead zones to find the exact date of the rebirth. They know she is alive. They know she is currently standing inside our valley, completely unaware of what is hiding beneath her skin.” The burning beneath my skin intensified until my veins felt like ice and fire at the same time. I breathed out, but the air leaving my lips didn't turn into normal winter mist—the moisture instantly froze into tiny, perfect white crystals that floated around my face like real snow. At the exa