The Prophecy Orphaned Princess Novels & Stories

“Then it is done, Kallias. You now have all the might and power to be the Alpha King in exchange for the memory of your heart and your beloved childhood friend. May the Moon Goddess guide you and protect you; May the God of Death keep you from his embrace.” “NO!” “Hear my prophecy, Alpha of the Nightblood Pack.” Then she spoke again in a deep, guttural voice: “You shall win the throne of an Alpha King, but beware that love shall be your undoing. Memories shall vanish, but the feelings will remain—the girl you love shall never come to you in sorrow and pain.” “A prophecy?” Kallias dreadfully whispered. “A prophecy scarier than an Oracle’s?” The witch didn't answer. In a blink, both the witch

His face twists, fighting her influence, but Amara’s grip holds, her power sinking deep. He staggers from the girls sway, aware that he's about to speak against his own will, yet unable to stop the inevitable. Defeated, he sags into a kneel, his voice hollow as he speaks, compelled by Amara's will. “The prophecy…” Antonio begins, and the crowd leans in, hushed. “Amara was foretold to rule this kingdom, the Phoenix’s heir, born to lead with fire and truth. I sought to stop it—to bind her as my bride, to break her destiny and keep my throne.”

He remembered it like it was yesterday: the pinch in his palm when the prophet slid her blade over his skin, the ashy scent of magic that had filled the seer’s room, the cool press of the woman’s fingers as her eyes clouded over—words thick and low as she spoke Kael’s future. A marriage contract had been drawn up that same night. Months before the princess was even born, her fate was tied to Kael. And his to her. Prophecies can be wrong, his wolf urged, The princess could very well be dead. But Kael didn’t want to accept that. He wanted the prophecy to be right. He wanted to be able to believe in that. Nothing was impossible, though. In a month, during the annual Moon Goddess Festival, the n

“Orbis Kirathe, who even remembers him? A bunch of old stories, nothing more.” “You’re wrong,” she said, her words tinged with a sharpness that forced me to listen. “Even now, the signs are everywhere, if you choose to see them. The very fabric of our realm is weak, unraveling. The prophecy is happening just as he said. And within that prophecy, there is hope. Orbis spoke of a child, a Princess, who would be hidden in the Human Realm, safe from the darkness so she could be raised to stop it. This child, destined to be the light and salvation of our world, was born to reclaim the realm and defeat the dark wielder.”

“Every king carries a curse. Every mate carries the weapon that can free him… or end him.” The ground split beneath me. Hands, so many hands, claw at my ankles, my legs, pulling, begging, demanding. I scream, stumbling into the woman as I try to escape the hands. “Save us… Avenge us… Remember us…” “You are the prophecy. The last lycan touched by the moon. The one born from ashes. The one fated to awaken the king… or doom him.” The noise seems to draw the attention of the monstrous version of Arkan. He lifts his head and looks straight at me.

The rival princess—ambitious, cunning, and never far from power’s shadow. The soldiers fanned out, encircling them. One stepped forward, rain streaming down his helm. “By order of Princess Eloria, Serenya Vale is commanded to return to Moonspire. Alive, if she surrenders. Dead, if she resists.” Kaelen shifted in front of Serenya, his blade half-drawn. “Over my body.” Serenya’s pulse thundered. The Oracle’s prophecy rang again in her ears—crown or heart. Was this the moment it began to unfold?

And what they had to say made Farkas roar in excitement. The Royal Princess was part of a prophecy that involved a lot of power. He had no idea of what kind of power it was supposed to be, but he knew that it wasn’t something to take for granted. He wasn’t a man with a lot of beliefs, but he had come to learn that some things you simply accepted and didn’t question. He knew there was power and magic beyond his reach in this world and he never cared or dared to confront it. But if he could put his hands on some of it easily, why wouldn’t he?

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.

There was a lot of talking and King Uther put up his hands to quiet the room. "There is something you need to know about the princess." He continued, "She is an oracle who can see two generations into the future. Those boxes contained drawings of her visions. Because she stole some of these visions, I want Kayda punished more severely. She is a wanted dragon. If she tries to come in our kingdom, I want her brought to me. Do not help her, or you will be punished severely." One little girl stood up and said, "Can she do magic?" I laughed and asked her, "What's your favorite animal?" She said, "I love kittens." I pointed to her table and there was a stuffed kitten in front of her. That earned g

She said. “What prophecy?” I asked intrigued by her story. She sighed deeply before she began___ “22 years ago, a princess was born in a mighty werewolf pack, not only is she the princess, she's also the chosen one to wield the staff of power, the staff that will bring all the supernaturals back together and create peace amongst the supernaturals but she does not have any supernatural power that will make people recognize her and help her fulfill the prophecy!!” “Wait, if you're saying 22 years ago, then it means that it's something that has not yet come to pass?” I asked.