The Wolf Prophies Novels & Stories

The golden light around my hands flared brighter, and he seemed to think better of it. "This isn't finished," he said, straightening his jacket with shaking hands. "You can't…” Thankfully, this coffee shop was in the parklands, so when the smoke enveloped me again like a shield, the Goddess spoke through me again. “Oh, is that so? I can do a lot more than strip you of your wolf. Let's start with your pups under your breeding program.” Xavier's face drained of all colour. His carefully cultivated mask of superiority crumbled completely as he staggered backward, his hands clutching at his chest.

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.

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.”

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: