The Prophecy: Orphaned Princess Novels & Stories

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

Every war fought, every moment spent on a battlefield, every year wasted searching for a Goddess taken by her own sister. “There should be some hint of her whereabouts.” Orion said, “Enough to point is in the right direction.” Azrael cut him a look. “So we hope, at least.” As Orion flipped to the next page, five sets of eyes scoured a prophecy both ancient and chilling. Under starlight the curses will be broken, A force so ancient at long last awoken. Witness the thread of eternal night as it is seen, And bend the knee to the reborn Queen. Lina scoffed, “What does any of this even mean? Sounds like a load of word vomit if you ask me.”

And I was buried beneath tons of stone completely helpless. Then the door opened. Seraphine entered alone. She wore armor now instead of formal gowns. Black plate that looked like it had been forged from shadow with a sword at her hip. Her indigo eyes fixed on me with cold satisfaction. "You are safe here. That is what matters." She moved into the center of the vault. "The wolf king can tear apart my palace stone by stone but he will not reach this chamber." "Why are you here?" "To ensure you understand your value and make certain you know what is at stake." She circled slowly. "There is a prophecy, it's very old and oddly specific. It speaks of two kings, one queen, three races bound. Does

“Oh you will see, the prophecy will come true, and the princess here will die and bring down everyone with her. If you claim her Leo, you will doom us all” I felt a cold chill up my spine, It was something about the way he said it. There was no deception there. He felt what he was saying was the truth. “Why?” was all I could ask. “Because she is part of an ancient prophecy” He says slowly, enjoying telling the tale “A prophecy of an ancient evil lurking in the royal wolves bloodline and when she meets her fated mate it will strengthen her but also feed her mental instability and her family’s lust for power. The prophecy sees her practically burning the world in order to try and rule it”

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.”

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.

Guarding others - that’s what shapes him. “But this is our work now,” he says, gesturing to the city, to the unseen web of the Charter spreading across the land. “This is the bridge we’re building. It’s bigger. Messier. But it’s ours.” That’s correct. Now it isn’t called The Duke’s Forbidden Prophecy anymore. Not about making it through some scheme. Instead, it's about a duchy turning into a place where people belong. A promise that slowly grew into something like marriage. A vision from someone wise turned leader. Power held by a noble once sworn to guard.

The human, Trisha, was the Enlightened Child from the prophecy. I had stumbled upon the prophecy by chance, during an excavation in the most remote regions of the Faeriedom. We unearthed a plaque, its ancient script recounting the tale of a human bloodline, blessed—or cursed—with the power to defy gods and birth heirs of unimaginable strength. When we learned the Rogue Human was mated to the Lycan Crown Prince, our plans had irrevocably shifted. The original scheme—wiping out the lycans with a horde of Tainted, using the human as the spearhead—felt crude, simplistic.

Putting the scroll in front of me I read the prophecy out loud: When the Winter Solstice Princess has completed 20 cycles around the sun, a great threat will bear down upon the realm. This Solstice Princess will have powers to stop the threat, being of three equal species: a wolf, an elf, and a spell caster. The Solstice Princess will come into her powers after meeting her beloved and marking them as her own. The tipping of the scales will be in favor of the Solstice Princess, with ice in her heart for those who would harm her loved ones, she will cover the corpses of her enemies in ice. “What the hell does that mean?” I ask.