The Wolf Prophies の小説・ストーリー

“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.

I did, I breathed— "Now explain what's going on." "When I was driving, I saw a huge wolf on the road." He didn't seem surprised. "I know there are wolves, but you're safe here; they won't harm you." I didn’t understand why he spoke with such confidence. He knew there were enormous wolves around here, close to this place, and he acted like it was nothing. I didn’t understand. I looked around, toward the forest, feeling insecure. I felt like I was being watched, as if something or someone was there, watching us.

Ragnar paced furiously in his throne room. His three elders were seated, Ryan was present as well. And all four of them combined were telling him a bunch of bullshit. "My Lord," Beta Ryan spoke with measured concern, "what I'm simply trying to say is that we should consider the possibility that the prophecy is unfolding before us." The first elder — Elder Jorred spoke up, "Exactly, my King. The appearance of the golden wolf with the mark of the moon—Astrid's wolf—aligns with what the prophetess foretold."

"The prophecy came when you were just a year old. It was said that a white wolf would emerge, this white wolf would leech onto a dark wolf and suck off the energy of the dark wolf until it would be strong enough to lead the white wolf pack to greater heights" "Hazel is that white wolf and you.... You are the dark wolf she is leeching onto. She will suck off your energy until she would be strong enough. And then she will liberate her people from this pack and lead them to greater heights like the prophecy had said" "W....why have I never heard of his prophecy?" He stuttered out, still in complete awe about this prophecy that he was not sure if he should be sad about or if he should simply be

"The Chronicle mentions a prophecy about the final Golden Wolf. One who would either unite the supernatural world or destroy it." Calla's face went pale. "The final Golden Wolf?" "According to the ancient texts, Golden Wolves appear in cycles," I explained. "Usually one every few centuries, sometimes longer. But the prophecy speaks of a last one—one whose choices will determine whether our kind survives or fades into extinction." "She fears she might be the one," Hera observed, reading the terror in Calla's features. "And she is likely correct." "You think I'm this... final Golden Wolf?" Calla asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

' I replied confirming all the fears that was going through my mind . ' Imprinting on someone is not the same as mating with them Admetos . You just have to figure it out by yourself with your wolf . Mating is said to be the most powerful bond for a wolf . Imprinting coming a close second . But I have never heard of this happening in two different people . ' my father explained further . ' I suppose the gods had something to do with this . ' ' You may be right because with whatever happened to you, the prophecy has been revealed further to the seer and we all need to go hear it . '

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.