These Deadly Prophecies Novels & Stories

' he replied bracing himself . ' Two male children . They represent two different powers . One is destined to bring peace . He will rule the pack in your absence . The other is fated to start a war and must be banished tonight . He must be turned into an omega so he would never have the chance to bring chaos to the pack . This is the prophecy . ' the seer said then stood with her accomplices . ' And how do we know which one is one ? '

"You know of the Prophecy—" "The one where you die?" I grunted. "Haha" She cooed sarcastically. "Of course you know of the Prophecy. Your father must have undoubtedly poisoned your mind with the fact at some point, one of you will die. I'm convinced today's the day." Elyndra said. "Denver has already spent so long wishing it would be you"

"As long as necessary. My allies understand what we're fighting for." "Do they? Because from where I sit, they're dying to protect one child. One extraordinarily dangerous child who will eventually destroy everything." Mitchell's voice was certain. "We've read the prophecies. The Moon Goddess's Crimson Dawn. A daughter so powerful she'll reshape supernatural society. That sounds like salvation to you. To us, it sounds like an apocalypse." "Prophecies? What prophecies?" "The old texts. The ones your precious Court doesn't want you to know about." Mitchell pulled out a small notebook she'd somehow kept hidden. "Here. Read for yourself."

Every torch reignited at once, but their flames no longer burned blue. They burned black. The entire court stared in stunned silence. High Priestess Selene’s lips trembled as she looked from the torches to the cracked altar and finally to Nyx. “I’ve read about this,” she whispered. Lucien frowned. “What have you read?” Selene’s face turned pale. “There is an ancient prophecy hidden beneath the First Scriptures. It was forbidden because every generation believed it could never happen.” She looked directly at Nyx. “It says that when Death is bound by love…”

Three years ago, on a full moon night, my mother jolted awake at midnight, claiming the Moon Goddess had delivered a prophecy: On the day of my twentieth birthday, the feral gene inside me would spiral out of control. I would shift into a wolf and kill my sister. At first, my parents were skeptical. But after I awakened my wolf at eighteen, my sister would seize up whenever she was near me, clutching her chest and collapsing to the ground in violent fits of gasping. To protect her and force my wolf into dormancy, my parents resorted to every harsh measure they could devise. They poured suppression potions down my throat that ate away at my organs, and clamped a restraining collar around my n

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

When we were small, a witch named Sybil predicted that my sister would not live past sixteen. Since then, every eye in the family turned toward her. All the love in that house gathered around Aurora and stopped there. Whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted to do, our parents backed her completely. Every scrap of tenderness and every resource they had went to her, while I was left out in the cold, and the things that should have been mine were handed to her too. Even so, I never complained, not once. I knew my sister was someone to be pitied. Then the day of the prophecy came, the day she turned sixteen, and I was the one who ended up poisoned with wolfsbane, of all people, hanging on the e

I hoped that would pacify them for the time being but I was wrong. "How soon is the soon?" A voice shot out. I knew the person who talked before I stared his way. Elder Will. Partially, I was grateful he wasn't up to his conspiracy theories about anything that happened to Eden City being woven around the prophecy. Before I could respond that he could join the healers and help them find a cure rather than asking me senseless questions that obviously had no answers, another voice shot out. "It's another sign of the impending doom. The prophecy keeps showing us warnings on how it will eradicate us one by one and this seems to be the height of it!"

It was full of handwritten scrolls, some sealed behind glass, some just rotting in piles like forgotten rumors. I started reading through prophecy after prophecy, starting with the 16th century. After an hour or so had passed, I still hadn’t found anything about the rebirth of a moon priestess, but I did find two that were scarily accurate. The first one predicted the Great War, which, taken by itself, was not particularly impressive. But the last part of the prophecy read: “drinkers of blood will spill the blood of the werewolf but none shall stain any Lycan.”

Sarah's POV I could not believe my ears as my mind transformed into a storm of conflicting thoughts. I had long given up on the idea of meeting my mate, even though it was believed that it was inevitable—that one way or another, fated mates would cross paths. I was told that my mate would be the key to curing the chronic illness I had been living with since I was eighteen, according to a healer. However, the news came with a devastating prophecy: I would die within seven years if my mate didn’t mark me. Now, I had only two years left. Two short years before the countdown to my death would hit zero—a fate I had already accepted. Until tonight.