The Wolf Prophies Novels & Stories

She said. "Okay…" I glanced at Nate. "Then why are you here?" I asked. "Well, we believe he's going around because he's heard the prophecy," Nate replied. "What prophecy?" I asked. "The prophecy of the mythical White Wolf," Chloe said, excitement in her eyes. "The wolf has been reborn. We believe this is his next stop." "So, you're saying…" "The wolf hunter is coming for the White Wolf," Chloe said.

he muttered, his voice low but filled with urgency. I nodded, my gaze never leaving the wolf. “It’s testing us,” I whispered. “I can feel it.” Kael stepped forward, his expression unreadable, as usual. “This spirit is tied to the prophecy,” he said, his voice calm but tense. “It’s not just guarding the key—it’s testing your resolve. If we attack without understanding, we’ll lose more than just the key.” The wolf growled a low, rumbling sound that made the ground beneath us vibrate. It wasn’t waiting for us to come to a decision. It was ready to fight.

A large black wolf among his pack bowed to the larger wolf, its eyes the colour of his skin. "It's our pack mark,” he said. "A prophecy." "Can I...?" I asked shyly and to my pleasure, he nodded. My light fingers traced around the wolf's head, his heat beneath my fingers. Lacing around the little connected lines within. "Wh-what is it?" I stuttered. "A wolf will rise who will reinstate a new power to the Traga pack." I traced down to his lower back and he shivered. "Do you think it's you?"

She just didn’t know if it was even possible. “How do you know I came here with a mission?” she asked finally. “They all do,” he said simply. “Every werewolf tamer arrives with one.” “We have had visions about you and are waiting for you to come.” “We?” “Me and my fellow priests.” “Did you see me in your vision?” “No. We didn’t know if you would be a man or a woman. It is my intuition after having met and now my conclusion of you tells me you are the one and I have never been wrong before.”

"Alpha command so strong it works as pure sound. Not language. Not even conscious intent. Just her wanting attention and every wolf responds." "That's more powerful than any Alpha I've ever heard of," Morgana said. "And she's six months old." The vampire scholar—ancient, seen everything—looked genuinely shaken. "The prophecy mentioned abilities beyond normal supernatural parameters. I think we're seeing them manifest." "What prophecy exactly?" I demanded. "Everyone keeps mentioning it vaguely. Tell me the actual words." Grandmother Thea sighed. Pulled out an old scroll. Read in Old Wolf, then translated:

she said, “but it is also filled with opportunity. Remember this: the call of destiny is a whisper in the wind, a flame that burns quietly yet steadily in the heart of every wolf. Listen to that call, and let it guide you. For in the end, the greatest triumph is not in vanquishing your foes, but in uniting your spirit with the timeless rhythm of hope.” As the seer’s words sank in, the small group fell into a reflective silence. The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging the gravity of the prophecy. Rian, his eyes wide with both fear and determination, finally spoke. “I will remember your words, Seraphine. I will ensure that every wolf in our pack hears this call—an

“Is it true that GoldMoon blessed your wolf?” “Well, that’s what others are calling it. I’m not sure that Hera or I would have called it a blessing.” She looks at Aolis again, but he’s looking at me. “Would you be willing to tell me what happened?” She asks. I glance at Aolis but he seems willing if I am, so I tell her the story. “So, it would seem that the Ceryneian Hind is indeed the Shield. Your wolf, who is the natural predator for the deer, could be the one in the prophecy.” She says thoughtfully.

I jumped in, sounding a bit hopeful in the middle of all this darkness. Michael's face turned serious, like he knew something important. "The prophecy," he began, his voice sounding respectful and sad, "talks about a special wolf born in a specific family – a wolf with the power to break Swiftclaw's connection to those dark forces. This wolf is supposed to bring light and fight against the darkness that's been a problem for a long time." His words hung there, like they were full of potential and meaning. My heart raced as I figured it out. "So, you're saying I'm that wolf?" I said, almost too quietly to hear.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Alpha Red's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "What was the prophecy?" he asked, his voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of how to reveal the truth. But I knew I had to tell him. "The prophecy said that our child is the Light Wolf, destined to bring balance and harmony to our world," I said, my voice trembling. "But there's another, a Dark Wolf, born to destroy the universe alongside our child if they ever bond.”

As we went back towards the pack grounds, I overheard some wolves saying… “Did you see how fast she is?” “Just like the stories…” “The white wolf of legend…” “It must be her,” one was saying. “The prophecy speaks of a white wolf with unprecedented abilities.” “But if it's true,” another replied, “then dark times are ahead. The prophecy warns of great challenges…” I'd heard enough. Spotting Selene and Zara nearby, I marched over to them, my patience worn thin. “What aren't you telling me?” I demanded. “What's this prophecy everyone keeps whispering about?”