The Prophecy: Orphaned Princess (prophecy Series Book 2) Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then I looked toward the forest, the same one where I’d left her, where her scent had vanished into the night. The prophecy’s words echoed again in my mind, but this time they didn’t sound like doom. They sounded like defiance. The Alpha’s mate shall betray him. His Luna shall be his downfall. The prophecy rang in my brain lately. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was my ruin. But I would rather be ruined by her than live a lifetime built on fear. Onyx pawed the ground, impatient. I tightened my grip on the reins. The first drop of rain hit my face; cold and clean.

She had long since stopped pretending not to enjoy it. Students glanced her way as she moved through the hall, their curiosity obvious even when manners tried to hide it. Some recognized her name from the prophecy, while others simply stared because beauty often made people careless. Elaine met each look with calm ease, giving nothing away. Admiration was easiest to manage when expected. Yet beneath her confidence, one thought refused to leave her alone. Since the night of the prophecy, the Moon Priestess’s words had returned again and again without invitation. You have something that belongs to your sister. Elaine had laughed then, but the memory no longer felt amusing.

Even now I could see every word of that prophecy written in an old book with yellowed pages which I had read obsessively over and over again, as though by doing so I could change what was written in it. 'Let the prince and peasant, the highborn and lowborn of the Nightveil pack beware. Let them heed the signs and the portents for it is written; two children, twins, will be born. The one shall be full of light, laughter and love, a leader who will bind and unify. Its dark twin shall seek to destroy, to kill and ruin. Its powers and influence shall grow until Nightveil is buried in dust and ashes…’

Afterward, I had introduced her to the fae creatures, who were waiting to hear of the birth of their new princess. After our coronation, Buppig had come to Lily and I, showing us the Book of Prophecies. The golden light that had surrounded the book for so long had faded to the iron look that had taken over the one corner after the trolls had been released from their earthen prison. On the day of my daughter’s birth, a new Book of Prophecies came into being. This one, bright gold and gleaming, a new set of prophecies writing themselves for my daughter.

“The prophecy that foretold the King’s downfall, and of the true heir’s rise to the throne.” “Tell it to me,” I demanded. “The King, he commanded us—” “TELL ME,” I repeated, rolling off as much power as I could to override Tobias’s command on the Beta. He quoted the prophecy to me immediately, “‘It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.’” My mind was reeling with all the information he had just given me. A prophecy? A curse?

I shook my head to snap myself out of the thought. The book is compiled of spells, rituals, and diary entries. However, a section that is titled: “Prophecy of the Savior,” made me pause. ‘The spirits tell me that a savior will be born soon of magic with so much power and will destroy a great evil. It is prophesied that this Savior is a Queen of sorts, sent by the Moon Goddess herself to reclaim power from evil. Upon their 18th birthday they will possess the gifts of death and destruction.’

Maybe, the Book of the Dragon will give her a clue on how to break the prophecy about them. “Anna, I do not have a good feeling about this book,” Thena winces. “Neither do I but we must save Lavi!” Anna vows. “You can do that by not throwing him into a fire.” “Thena, I have a feeling that this prophecy is not what it seems. The Oracle will turn up in a week so we must meet with him. In the meantime, we need the book before anyone else gets it. What if Ras gets his hand on it?”

“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.”

With each step she takes, the world shall tremble, As the forces of darkness and light assemble, But in her eyes, the spark of hope, To bridge the realms and help them cope. So heed the call of destiny's hand, For in her reign, all shall understand, That the werewolf princess, goddess reborn, Is the savior of worlds, from dusk to morn." I gasped, my eyes widening. T-that was the same prophecy I read from the weird book. How did she know about it? “Y-”

Her brain couldn't figure out what it meant. Is it me and Orlan? I'm the Princess of the Appalachia Vampire Kingdom, and Orlan is the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. Me and Orlan? Noura thought. Her hands trembled slightly, and her feelings were mixed. Why had she just come to think of this prophecy? "Are these two prophecies related?" asked Noura suspiciously. If it is related, it means that her relationship with Orlan is indeed a very high risk.