The Prophecy Book Novels & Stories

"Perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but eventually. The Shadow Covenant is patient, methodical, and utterly ruthless. They will find you, and when they do, your untrained abilities will not be enough to save you or those you care about." I could see the weight of my words settling on her young shoulders. She was eighteen years old, should have been worrying about finding her mate and settling into pack life. Instead, she was being forced to confront ancient enemies and make choices that would determine not just her fate but the fate of everyone around her. "Too young," Hera said sadly. "But the Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. It must be her." "There's something else," I said, know

my voice remained subtle as I tried to keep in check, I was already off the hook since the last time she was here She opened the book, flipping through the fragile pages until she landed on a specific passage. Then she pointed to it. I leaned forward, scanning the words, and my breath hitched. No. This couldn’t be real. It was impossible. I met Sierra’s eyes, and in them, I saw the same fear I felt. It couldn't possibly be. I snatched the book away from her and read the page over and over again, not wanting to believe it. Leah… her name was imprinted on the pages of a book that existed long before she was born. The prophecy, she was the one in the prophecy and I knew too well this wasn't goo

I went in after some time, and he was there scattering the books on the bookshelf. "What are you looking for?". I asked him.. "A book?" I responded back to me after sometime, he finally saw the book, he went with it to his table and called me over, his hands gesturing back at me... " What's this book about?" I saw the name, it was written in Arabic. "Derek, this has the prophecy written in it". He glared at the name, and called it, " The return of a god; عودة إله"..

I replied, staring back at both of them. Selene fell back on her chair, face twisted in annoyance. Mr Lucas stood up, walked inside and few seconds later, he walked out. In his hand was a huge book, it seemed old and had this eerie feeling. “What’s that?” I asked, stretching my neck to read what was written on the cover page but it was written in a strange language. “This,” He replied with a weird grin on his face as he dropped the heavy book on the floor. “Is the book of prophecies. In here contains all prophecies that has been released by the moon goddess.” He explained, glancing from I to Selene.

I walked down the rows of books arranged, and then I stopped. This was where I saw the book last. But the book was missing, and the space had been left conspicuously empty; someone had taken it out of its place and didn't return it. Could this be a coincidence too?, I doubt it; someone didn't want that information seen by anyone. I walked to the next shelf. I noticed a book kept out of place from the others, and I took it. Turning it over, I saw the title 'The Book of Prophecies'.

Sasha hesitated, her instincts warring against her curiosity, but something compelled her to lift the heavy lid. Inside lay a collection of yellowed papers, faded photographs, and a thick, leather-bound book. The smell of aged parchment hit her as she reached for the book, its cover embossed with a strange symbol she didn’t recognize. Beneath it, a folded letter caught her eye, the handwriting on the envelope eerily familiar. With trembling hands, she unfolded the letter, her heart pounding as she read: “To Sasha, If you’re reading this, it means the prophecy is in motion. You are more powerful than you realize, and your role in what’s to come is vital. But be warned—trust no one. Not even t

I watched as the book absorbed the blood leaving no stains or traces of any blood. “No way!” I watched in amazement as the book glowed and words began to appear on the pages of the book. As the words completely appeared, I began reading the content on the pages. It was more of a history book than anything else. There was something inside here about a prophecy, but what caught my attention is the name of the person being mention the most. Adelina Illezra. Huh?

One catches my attention, its title still legible beneath the grime. Book of Prophecy: The Witches’ Oracle. The words stir something in me. Prophecy. Oracle. Strange, heavy terms that feel both hollow and important. I flip it open. The first page is blank. The second, torn. The rest, scrawled in symbols I do not understand, curving letters that look more like marks than words. They mean nothing to me. Useless scratches. Until a small slip of paper falls from between the pages. I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read.

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

Everyone’s eyes travelled to Minerva as she happily played with Adiyan’s fingers as if they were the most interesting object in her world. “I understand and I will do anything and everything for her.” Our conversation then shifted from parenthood to the prophecy Adiyan and I had unearthed. It was unsettling for her to hear, especially the dying part. We discussed it at length, trying to unfold the meaning it held. She requested to see the Tome Of Prophecies and I fulfilled her request. Astounded, she traced her hands again and again on the book. We opened it once again, using the key and reread the prophecy many times. But couldn't detect any other hidden meaning than the one we had already