The Prophecy Orphaned Princess Novels & Stories

Now that the prophecy has begun and The Chosen One has arrived, they would stop at nothing to kill her and end The Prophecy. "But what is this prophecy? How is it connected to my daughter? And why not my son?" Logan asked. "The Prophecy states that, a royal witch will be chosen, born of the blood of a royal witch and a human. The child will be chosen to rule over the realm, restore order to the creatures, wipe out the black witches and dominate over every creature of this realm. She will be immortal, and will have the power to immortalize whosoever she chooses. "We do not decide what fate chooses. I do not have the answers to why your daughter was chosen. But she needs to be protected."

"My queen, when you were born it was suppose to be you who will succeed your mother but when you again marry the keeper of the crystal was pass on to Mira. After she was born the kingdom again was attack by the black witches who has the full knowledge of the prophecy. So instead of bringing with us to escape Princess Mira we took her to live alone with the human world under the care of Lila and she is unaware of her real identity. We were again beaten by the vampire king when he knows of the prophecy that was relate to her by the Black witch Thalia." "Princess Mira was suppose to mate with Alpha Jason, but because of the knowledge of the prophecy every circumstances of their meeting was blo

"The moonlit princess, guided by the true moon's light, shall face the whispers of the crimson storm. In unity with her pack, she shall unravel the threads of destiny, dispelling the shadows that linger." I felt a shiver run down my spine, the weight of the prophecy settling over us. The crimson storm had tested us, and now, under the true moon's light, we would confront its aftermath. The whispers of the elders' neglect echoed in the shadows, but we were determined to rewrite our story.

Her, at least, I feel like I can trust. There’s something eerie about Chalcea, something that’s neither human nor vampire, neither mortal nor immortal. Suddenly, I remember a rumour I once heard years ago—did you know that the Prince has an oracle? They say that’s why he’s not worried about naming an heir. Did they never tell you about the prophecy? Chryseus asked me that last night thirty years in the future. You have to know the prophecy, Annia said to me only five minutes ago. I frown at Chalcea. I can barely see you, she said—see? Or See?

A storm the world didn’t see coming. My wolf Ciara paces inside me, restless. Luis stirs on the cot. Pearl shifts, snuggling close to her brother. They’re whole again. Safe for now. But I feel the prophecy stretching toward us like a hand made of fire and fate. Born of flame and betrayal. Heirs of ruin and reign. My children are the hinge of a prophecy kingdoms want to control. But I won’t let them. I slip out of the tent, armor half-buckled. The guards snap to attention.

Without a word, she sliced her palm open and let the blood drip into a bowl of moonwater. The liquid hissed and turned crimson black. Everyone in the room stiffened, including me. The High Priestess tilted her head. “Do you remember the scroll of the First Flame?” I blinked and seraphina answered. “The prophecy? That old myth?” “It was not a myth,” she said, her voice like the rustle of wind over bones. “It spoke of a girl born in shadow, kissed by fire, rejected by her blood, and yet destined to wear the crown of ashes. A queen not born—but forged.”

Heart pounding, I covered my stomach with my hand defensively. “What do you mean?” I said softly. The witch hesitated. Then she said the words that would change everything. "There is more than one spirit within you." The cabin seemed to tilt around me. I swayed, grabbing for the nearest chair. Kai released the rogue witch, who slumped unconscious to the floor, and was at my side instantly, steadying me. "What are you talking about?" Kai demanded. The young witch moved uneasily. "There is a prophecy older than any of us," she said. "It speaks of a child born under the twin moons. A child carrying both light and shadow. A child who will tear down false kings and raise a new era."

The prophecy was an ancient legend that spoke of a great and terrible event that would soon come to pass. It was said that the event would bring about a time of great upheaval and change, and that it would require great courage and strength to overcome. That prophecy also depicted the end of the evil king, who is undoubtedly King Mathias. "What does the prophecy say?" King Matthias asked, his eyes fixed intently on the high priestess. Despite all the evil deeds he had committed, King Matthias never believed in the prophecy that an oracle from Snow-White Moon Pack told him when he went to conquer and killed that pack.

Priestess Adelaide raised her hand and the room fell silent. I got the feeling that I had just given her another gift. She was clearly trying to convince them that they needed me to fulfill the vision she had when I arrived. Telling them that I was the answer to our half of the prophecy supported her stance. It didn’t matter that I was lying. It didn’t matter that the prophecy couldn’t be fulfilled. Once I had killed the Alpha King, the prophecy wouldn’t matter anymore anyways. “You are the answer to the prophecy?” Gilliam asked skeptically.

“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.”