The Prophets Hair Novels & Stories

He wouldn’t even have a scar. “If I had meant that to be a fatal blow, you would be dead,” I corrected. He looked thoughtful. I expected him to challenge my statement, but he didn’t. He ignored it, which made my blood boil. “The priestess has had visions in the past—that’s where our prophecy comes from,” he explained. “But now, she sees your prophecy as well, and she doesn’t know which is correct. Or if they both are,” he added with a frustrated sigh. “So, you didn’t really learn anything,” I said with a smirk.

We sit in front of them and I keep my eyesight down, avoiding their eyes as a form of respect. They came from the Tower of Protectors. Protector of fate and Protector of future. They maintained the balance of three divisions in Gods. Despite that, there are also some representatives in their residence and these three were supposedly part of the Ruler's as what's written in the information but there's something odd between them. The one in the middle is the prophet and I can feel his eyes looking directly at me. "We came directly with the order from the above. Here to say the prophecy." He take out an ancient black scroll while the two around him started chanting unknown words.

“I see fleas hopping of the hair.” “And the smell of wet dog.” Another vampire stepped out to join the male. She was beautiful with long blond hair and green eyes. She was tall dressed in a black studded leather jacket and black jeans.”I say we put the rabbit thing down?” She said as she whipped out a dagger from her side. “I agree with you, sis.” He said as he pulled out his sword. “Let’s put her down for her good.”

Surprisingly, across generations, none ever did. Like any successful leader of loyal followers, Magnus embodied power and authority. His hair, a celestial silver, cascaded in thick waves like strands of stardust delicately woven by the hands of the cosmos. With every subtle movement, the silvery strands caught the light, shimmering as if infused with the essence of distant stars.

I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular. "You’re distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you’re lost in your thoughts." I clenched my jaw. "I’m fine." Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn’t wrong. That girl—Luna—she’s nothing but trouble. You think it’s a coincidence the Revenants are after her?" I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she’s a victim in all of this." He scoffed. "Or maybe she’s the reason it’s all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn’t it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"

He suddenly asked as I raised my eyes not really understanding his questions "When your Sliver hair shows streaks of her, it proves you are about to become a Demon. Do you know that it showed before and disappeared, who knows what would happen in the Future" He sang and walked away. I turned Confused and glanced at Kyle who looked dazed. "You know something, Don't you?" I asked him. "Did my hair really turn and when?" I asked him again. "It actually turned a bit of red streaks for a moment but it disappeared soon. Do everything is ok. Don't listen to him m" Kyle muttered and couldn't help cursing the Man in white for his wide mouth.

In the middle of doing so, I suddenly realized something. Among the Aesir, those with relatively high status almost all had hair close to black. But pure black hair belonged to only two of them: Hod and Shuen.

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

The intel came from a scout in tattered red. A rogue who switched sides after witnessing a “miracle” in Xavier’s camp. Not a vision. Not a wolf. A girl. Young. Pale. Her hair silver at the roots. “She glowed,” the scout said, breathless. “When she spoke, the dirt cracked. Wolves shifted without intending to. And when she stopped? We all bowed. Not to Xavier.” “To her.” Maximus looked at me. “What is this?” I answered quietly. “It’s the prophecy replicating.”

she asked with all ears down "The weather was gloomy and it didn't rain until you came into this world. The rain fell so heavily and people lost their houses and loved ones because the rain swept them all away. I felt pity and I was worried deeply until I received a message from the prophetess that today is the day that the girl she prophecized about is born....I trembled in fear that day because your eyes weren't normal....they were emitting silver light and your hair had two colors ~~~~~~~ Kim_Annie