The Prophecy Book Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light. “You ask this in every possible future,” he said with a smile. “The houseplants add some colour. And I wanted to make you feel at ease.” “Well – thanks, I guess.” “You’re welcome.” I don’t think he caught my sarcasm. “Hang on. I just need to…” Trailing off, he slid a sleek smartphone out of his pocket and sent a text to someone. “Right. There’s no correct way to tell you this; you’re

After completing the task, I pour myself another drink and head to the library to gather all the books that discuss prophecies. As I walk through the shelves of the library, I can feel the weight of the books in my hands. I scan the titles, searching for any that might hold the answers I seek. My eyes land on a thick, leather-bound tome with the word "Prophecies" etched in gold on the cover. I pull it from the shelf and flip through the pages, my heart racing with anticipation. As I read through the ancient texts, I begin to piece together the clues that will help me unravel the mystery of the prophecy. The words on the page seem to come alive, swirling and dancing before my eyes. I lose tra

I also slowly lowered my sword and demanded her for the reason of her presence before me. "I have come to give you this, your highness. I know you will use what's inside here sooner or later." She said handing a little booklet to me. The moment I reached for it she disappeared into thin air, only leaving behind the booklet she gave me. When I skimmed through the contents of the unknown booklet, I found hope by the end of it. I found the spell that I needed all this time. A spell that may be able to bring back everyone's happy and glorious lives.

“That’s not... I can’t.... I won’t” My words galloped, I couldn’t get a single thing out. “She’s the one!” someone hissed. “The prophecy fits her.” “Betrayal. Of course it would be her.” “What? Do you really think a servant like her would actually stay loyal to you?” Lilith’s eyes glittered, and she smirked faintly. “You see, Alpha? Even the Goddess warns you. She will betray you.” Beta Lucious stepped closer. “Killian, you must reject her. If you don’t, the prophecy will destroy us all.”

And her indecisiveness added to it. Moving to a book that had caught her attention out of the books, she reached for it. A shock went through her when she heard a loud thud in the quiet library. She looked down and found a small book with thick covers on the floor near her feet. 'The prophecy.' The book read. What the hell does that even mean?? She placed the book in her hands on the nearest table and picked up the fallen book from the floor. How come it missed her earlier? Picking up the book, she found a coat of dust on its surface. It had been hidden behind the book she had picked which made her miss the book earlier.

“The words in this book were written by the goddess herself and the only way to get her knowledge is when you are under her gaze. She is the guardian.” I looked at the words on the pages of the book and a gasp escaped my lips. The prophecy, one that the council talked about ever since I was a child but there had been no sighting of it since…forever. The words were, Darkness rises from its eternal abyss, When the wolf and devil spawn live, For under the light of the moon that bleeds, Hell's gates shall be handed a key. Three mountains and three streams, To the home where the firstborn sleeps. The cursed spawn must choose Light or darkness, peace or doom.

"Thank Goddess I could run the fastest, and that was how I escaped into this place. Waiting for the prophecy." "Prophecy…? What prophecy?" I looked up at him and asked. "The prophecy of the one werewolf who will be born in Balbrigga. She or he would deliver us from the tyrants called Dojras." "Dojras..? I've heard the name before.. from my mother. She was killed by one of them and my town was torn apart and burnt by them as well." My weary eyes couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, and I bowed gently in sobriety and sorrow.

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n

A couple of hours later, Mikki left the office, agreeing with Ace that he should start the preparations for the Ceremony immediately. He asked her to give her opinions on every single thing she wanted, or even take over entirely if she felt like it. She thanked him and said she’d think of it after she had some time to assimilate everything she heard in the last hours. She took the book with her, promising him that she’d be careful with it, and would hide it very well in her bedroom, so no one knew she was studying the prophecy.

“You disappeared, and I got worried. Everything okay?” “No,” I whispered, then looked up at him. “But I know what I have to do now.” He crossed the room, stopping beside me, eyes flicking down to the book. “I know that book. Is that…?” “The prophecy,” I said. “The real one. My wolf led me to this book, told me to read the ancient prophecy to confirm what she already told me. This book is centuries old, Kingston. It’s not the scraps and folktales that were passed around the packs like cautionary stories.”