The Prophecy Book Novels & Stories

I purred. He was silent for a while, before taking in a deep breath and exhaling. “There’s more to the prophecy than what you know.” My heart thudded. “What do you mean?” Eric stepped closer, his gaze intense. “The Blood Moon. If neither you nor your mother kills each other when it rises, the world will be thrown off balance. The mystics’ powers — the wolves’ strength, the vampires’ immortality, the witches’ magic — will spin out of control, consuming the world in chaos. That’s the part of the prophecy my father doesn’t want you or anyone else to know.”

The man said, looking at me over the rim of his glasses. Father Moretti's explanation re-played in my head. “Some bonds cannot fight what the universe decides. Yours is one of such, Alpha. I had a vision and I saw your mate, a brown haired young lady. She walked across the lands and with each step she took, life returned to that portion of the land. The message was clear, Alpha Romano. We must reverse the damage,” he had said. I wanted to argue. To reveal the prophecy that had been foretold about my mate when I was younger, but I knew there was no use.

Four empty years pass between us now, time spent seeing each twist arrive like someone chained down, waiting. Words fall out slow, yet he stays quiet. Fingers touch - then tangle - his grip firm while I name the fear, the hollow nights. Not once does he pull away. “The prophecy… the visions… they’re just memories of a book I read,” I finish, my voice tired. “I’m not a seer. I’m a fraud who’s been cheating with the last page of the story.” Firelight flickers across his face, stillness hanging heavy between us. After a pause that stretches too far, he brings our hands up, lips brushing my knuckles. That soft touch - sudden, quiet - pulls something deep inside my chest.

She became shocked looking at the book and immediately pull her hand back. “Ouch. Why I feel a strong spark while touching this mysteriously giant book” Becky caress her hand which turns red with pain and asked. “It’s a Prophetic Gaze. It couldn’t be touch unless you have a key or permission to open it. This book stole from the Divine. This book will predict the future of war and peace. It will help you to know, what will happen in the future”. The lady explained. “Then we can know, whether Red moon will be disastrous or calamity for both realms” Becky excitedly asked.

"One more soul to sacrifice, three more souls to die, one more soul to live, and six more souls to dignify." Wasn't that the infamous prophecy called 'the prophecy of the cursed Power and girl'? Closing the faith book in a hurry, she stumbled out of the cage, hurriedly lighting a fire to erase what she had written earlier on it. No, this can't be right. She can't let it happen. Never.

“It’s really the end for me here, isn’t it? “Amber stated. It felt like the end. This was goodbye. Well, she’d never set foot in this club as an employee here again at least. And Amber was okay with that, even though it tightened her chest more than she thought it would. “No Amber. It’s your new beginning to a much more important role. May I?” The Head Goddess held a hand over Amber’s belly, waiting for permission. Amber nodded through her fresh crop of tears. The Head Goddess smiled as she laid a hand over Amber’s belly. It was too early to feel the baby kick or anything and Amber barely had any sort of bulge there, but both of them seemed to feel the life inside her. The child whom at firs

Chapter 45 “This is where the sacred book was kept for thousands of years. That book was given to our people by the leader of all angels. It contained the principles to be followed by our people, it also contained so many prophecies and so many solutions for all our doubts and some spells too. One of the prophecies that I able to recall was that the darkness arising from the place where no one expects and to fight that a fused light from the god will fall in our realm.

With my heart racing, I took another glance at the book. It contained something. Something living. Mira brushed aside the dust and knelt next to it. Her eyes widened as she turned the pages. "This is more than a book," she muttered. "It is a prophecy." I gasped. One more prophecy? One we had never heard of? I took a step forward, reading the lines with trembling hands. "When the blood of the past meets the power of the future, the world will be remade." I felt cold. Mira's face was stern as she looked up.

I immediately took it from his hands and almost stumbled to the ground when I realized how heavy the book is. "Why does this weigh so much?! It looks so thin!" I whined while giving him deathly glares and wincing a bit while carrying the heavy book. Why didn't he warned me?! "That is the book of prophecy." "Prophecy? What prophecy?" I asked curiously while scanning the outside of the book. It looks old, ancient to be exact. The cover looks like made of wood twigs that were put together in a haste. It was a messy book cover, to be honest.

“Danger… like the library incident?” ‎“Exactly like last night,” he said softly, his gaze intense. “But there’s more. The prophecy doesn’t just predict power—it predicts enemies, betrayal, and choices that could cost lives. You’re not ready for all of it, but you need to understand the stakes.” ‎I reached out, trembling slightly, and opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate writing and diagrams, magical glyphs that pulsed faintly under my touch. My shadows quivered, curling protectively around the edges of the pedestal.