Romans & histoires The Prophecy Orphaned Princess

"If the Prophecy Queen can counter them… then perhaps the Moon Goddess has not abandoned us. Perhaps this is her way of preparing us for what's to come." But another voice rose in anger immediately, refusing the hope being offered. "Or perhaps she's been corrupted too! Perhaps the prophecy was a trap all along! We cannot trust this! We cannot trust her!" Damon's arm tightened around Callie protectively, and he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with Alpha fury that was absolutely primal. His power radiated out from him like heat from a furnace, filling the hall, making even the warriors take an unconscious step back.

I remembered the book I read in the secret passage of our palace. In ancient times, the stars didn’t fade when morning came. Because the light they brought had no brilliance. There was a princess who was brought into the world, and like a shining star, everyone looked up to her. She was the princess in the prophecy. But in an unexpected turn of events, everything changed. Fate became reckless with her. I didn’t finish reading that book because Mother forbade it. I want to know what happened to the princess, because since the tragedy happened, the stars have lost their sparkle and light. They only appear at night to remind everyone of the princess’ presence, but many have forgotten her.

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

“Get rid of it. Vivienne and I already have a daughter.” That was my husband’s response when I told him I was pregnant. Vivienne was my apprentice. Lucian was my mate—the Alpha who had fought beside me, taken bullets for me, and promised me a lifetime together. Their affair had started the night we formed our bond. Now he wanted me to lose our child because he had promised her that no other woman would bear his children. Before my mother died, she left four prophecies inside me. The first two saved my life. The third warned me never to marry Lucian. I should have listened. But when the fourth prophecy finally appears, it gives me an order I can’t accept: Do not sever the mate bond. L

*** ~~~RORY ANNE~~~ *** "The prophecy has chosen you, Rory Anne Spears, to kill the Wolf King." For a moment, I forget how to breathe. My fingers go numb at my sides. My body freezes, but my heart beats fast. I stare at the Oracle, waiting for her to take back her words, but she only looks at me with those haunting eyes, as though she's already seen how my story ends.

His black crown glowed. “And now that she has returned, the prophecy can finally be completed.” I rose unsteadily. “What prophecy?” He smiled. “The original one.” The ground split beneath our feet. A black throne emerged from the abyss. Silver chains wrapped around it. And on the throne lay a golden crown. Liora stared at it. Her face went pale. “No.” The black-crowned Damien extended his hand toward her. “Come, little princess.” She stepped backward. “Stay away from me.”

The First King laughed. “Not yet.” The Prophecy The First King raised his hand. A golden prophecy appeared in the sky. “When the forgotten daughter finds her sister…” Elyra looked at Seraphina. ”…and the First Flame returns…” The baby began glowing. ”…the king will return.” The prophecy continued. “But the king will not seek the throne.” Sophia frowned. “Then what does he want?” The final sentence appeared. “HE WILL SEEK THE KINGDOM THAT WAS STOLEN FROM HIM.”

"Robert? No. He is cousin to the princes. You won't find him on the regular roster." I twist my fingers into the fabric of my skirt, the phantom weight of my new gift pressing hard against my temples. The prophecy is a physical ache inside my skull. A princess who became a queen. A world reduced to ash and cinder. I haven't told the others the beginning of the vision. I haven't told them the end either. It is too bloody grim to speak aloud.

Intimacy pulsing harder. She felt a warm trickle down her thigh. Shame and excitement mixed. "You're too much. Two. Naked. Talking about union as if it were simple." Kuzey raised his hand. Touched her chin. Lifted her delicate face. "It's not simple. It's destiny. The prophecy says the princess of ancient blood will awaken the twins. Together, we will break curses. Save FeWard." Irmak breathed shakily. "And if I refuse?" Átila leaned toward her ear. Lips brushing the lobe.

After all the taming and forceful submission they’ve inflicted, no one is supposed to forget the lesson. They are wrong. I listen like this often. It’s the only way to stay ahead. The only way to make sure nothing blindsides me. But if I am caught—princess or not—they will strip me naked in front of the entire court and flog me until my back is raw, just to remind every woman of her place. Inside, the conversation drags on, dull and familiar. “The prophecy was clear,” an elder drones. “A child will be born—an Alpha King powerful enough to unite all packs and defeat all our enemies for good.”