The Wolf Prophies Novels & Stories

But for the first time since the current generation, it generated a prophesy - one that was pretty dreadful. It warned the wolves to be weary of a certain woman that had the power to bring an end to the existence of the wolves. In it's words, this woman was highly dangerous, and her blood would be more deadly than wolfsbane. And in her was bestowed the power to wipe every wolf from the surface of the earth. Every wolf pack in the world had been terrified since then and working tirelessly to know more about this prophesy and who the said person was. It was their biggest threat at the moment.

I replied, scooting to be closer to her. “Amoux is a wolf spirit, chosen to live in the vessels of those he thinks are worthy of his strength. He is the Alpha of said pack, the most dangerous rogue wolves in the woods. It’s known that he has killed many innocent wolves from different packs, just to send a message to those who dared challenge him.” I tried to breathe when she read the last part. Margery had put a killer wolf inside me.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

There is something else they can do which is much more dangerous to humanoids. Some ancient beliefs say that they possess the power to change a person’s mind and make them want to kill their packmates. It was said that in every walker pack, there were at least five who could control someone. They have one of two special powers, or gifts, that humans cannot see them having. They can shift into a wolf or an insect at will, and there’s nothing the human eyes cannot see. In fact it’s said that a spirit who is not able to shift forms like a wolf can transform into an animal, and they are the deadliest predators out there.

I said seriously. “But, what do you want to confirm?” Maya asked concerned. “I need more insight on the prophecy,” I stated. “What prophecy?” Nelson asked. “The prophecy about the wolf with black fur and blue eyes,” I responded. Maya and Nelson looked at each other and burst out in laughter “You mean the folktale that is told to pups to make them scared so they won’t go round the barriers?” Maya asked with a hint of smile on her face. “Except it isn’t a folktale,” I said seriously.

“Beware, the wolf with eyes of green, For power wields a double-edged keen. Mate's choice holds fate's decree, Blessing or curse, it soon shall be. A mate's betrayal, a pack undone, In the darkest hour, the battle's won. Seek the key in whispers old, Where tales untold, the future hold. In cryptic signs, the answers lie. Whoever bears the mark of the green-eyed wolf becomes his doom or his blessings. The chosen one, a maiden fair, Shall rise to face the black-eyed wolf. In her hands, the fate of all lies, To heed the call or let it fall.” Eldrysia recited, making everyone in the large hall look at her with confusion and curiosity. "The prophecy speaks of a chosen one," Eldrysia continued, "A

In the forest deep where shadows fade, A wolf is born of blood by fate. A soul gone rogue a wolf untamed, The fate of wolves, by him decreed. This is the prophecy that brought me into town. A prophecy as old as the first lyncan. Some believe the prophesied wolf to be a savior, others the enemy.

“It was the property of an ancient wolf from our history. Pay attention to this.” I read out loud, "The one who bears the mark of two packs will unite or destroy them all." I waited, examining his reaction closely. When he pulled the book from my hands, Xander's eyes got wide, and he glared. It... it resembles the old prophesy. He traced the faded letters with his fingertips and whispered, "I've heard rumors about it, but never in detail, It says that one wolf, born of two competing groups, bears the potential to either bring peace or generate turmoil."

Just a wolf who had been lucky. "You don't believe them." The black wolf's voice came from behind me, soft as shadow. "The stories they tell about you." I didn't turn around. "They're not true." "They're truer than you know." The wolf moved to stand beside me, its massive form blocking the wind, its eyes fixed on the lake. "You broke the prophecy. You united the packs. You chose love over fear, again and again, no matter what it cost. That's not luck. That's who you are."

“Not just a wolf. Look at the size of him. He’s stronger than half the royal guard.” “It must be a trick. Some illusion.” “No. Did you not feel it? The howl? That was no trick. That was prophecy.” Prophecy. The word caught like fire. Because everyone knew the tales. The old bards sang of it long before this generation was born...of the wolf marked by silver and cursed with eyes of blood. They said such a wolf would appear under the moonlight only once in an age. That it carried the blessing of the First Moon, and the wrath of the Abyss. That wherever it walked, thrones would tremble.