The Wolf Prophies Novels & Stories

"A prophecy." The training space was completely quiet. "James," I said. "The prophecy describes a hybrid," he said. "Born of a wolf and a human. The wolf parent dying at the birth. The hybrid growing up in the human world without knowledge of what they are." He held my gaze. "Who wakes when the wolf finds them." I looked at him.

An unlikely ally with a shared secret between us. I'm a prophesied wolf. Written about in his own house’s ancient texts. The audacity of men is astounding.

I said simply. The reaction was immediate. Whispers erupted through the stands. The Council members leaned forward, their neutral expressions replaced with sharp focus. “What prophecy?” the Council woman demanded. “The Eclipse Wolf prophecy,” I said carefully, letting the words hang in the air with their full weight. “There is an ancient prophecy about an Eclipse Wolf who rises at the Blood Lunar Eclipse. A wolf with silver in her veins and fire in her bones. A wolf who bonds what was divided and breaks what was forced. A wolf who changes everything.”

I said menacingly. Dirty was holding his bloody stump with one hand. He was bleeding profusely. Messenger grabbed me by the end of rope dangling from my wrists. He pulled me to my feet roughly. My wolf howled in my head, she was angry too. 'Celly, let me have control.' How do I do that? I thought. 'Imagine sliding open a door to let me out.', my wolf answered. In my head, I pictured the side door of my house and threw it wide open.

Connor’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. I shivered slightly, then met his gaze. “No,” I lied. “No signs and I haven’t transformed yet.” His expression darkened. “The woman mentioned a prophecy,” he said carefully. “She claimed that when you get your wolf, it’ll destroy the balance of the entire realm.” He ran a hand down his face, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I don’t believe her, but… with the body found at the east border of my pack, I can’t ignore the possibility that she might try to hurt you.”

“I’ll be with you. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.” But just as I opened my mouth to reply, a scream echoed through the trees. The sound was chilling, primal—filled with agony. I spun around, heart racing. And then, from the shadows, came the figure of a wolf. Not just any wolf, though. It was a dark shadow, its eyes glowing red, its fur matted with blood. The Prophet’s wolf. It lunged. And in the chaos, I realized something too late. The war was already here. And we were already losing.

Pernwél spoke from her place by the window sill with her melodic tune, to which Rune answered with a grateful nod. “I was present at her deathbed, as well as a couple of pack members that wanted to pay their respects to the Elder.” Rune, Darren’s mate, then recited by heart the prophecy that had given her hope throughout the maladies that had plagued her pack. “A Blessed Wolf is going to appear, In a powerful pack in the mountains, Mate to a fearless but loved leader, She will reunite the lost wolves, And bring peace and unity to our people.” “Do you think that Elders from other packs that have been rampaged, have heard these words and the surviving rogues have been finding their way to this

The more she read, the more a chilling realization settled within her. The prophecy spoke of a wolf unlike any other, born once in a thousand years, destined to bring either salvation or destruction. The Golden Wolf was a creature of immense power, one that could tip the balance of war. And the rogues… they wanted her for a reason. A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Lucian stood in the doorway, watching her with a knowing expression. “I thought I’d find you here.” She held up the book. “Did you know about this?”

Soon after, there was a knock on my office door. It was Alex. "Arthur, we did find something in the library," he said tensely. I immediately stood up from my chair, signaling him to continue. "When the white wolf returns, darkness will devour the light. Only the sacrifice can save everything," he said gravely. "This prophecy was found in the pack's oldest records, said to be left by a prophet cursed by a witch." My heart filled with anxiety. Was this the prophecy my father spoke of on his deathbed?

Lucien muttered. I answered the call and pressed it closer to my ear. “I have something to tell you.” My mother’s trembling voice echoed from the other end of the line. I sat upright on the bed. “And what is that?” “It’s about your father. You didn’t discover your wolf all this time because he cast a spell to keep it hidden. You have a really powerful wolf and he saw you as a threat.” “Wait wait, this is a lot. What are you trying to say?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.