These Deadly Prophecies Novels & Stories

"A lot of cities were found with bloods on the floor both from our people and also from The Werewolf, if this continues the world will come to an end. "So do you think my destiny is to save the world that is already ending You might not know but the night I awakened I saw the man that caused this whole Prophecy issues which is the reason forbthe blood Hatred. I told him for making those important to me die, When the world needs my helps because of the so called fate. "I WILL NEVER MOVE"

The words almost seemed, in itself, a prophecy: a heathen superstition; for only the dead knew the end. And yet, the church bore its own prophecy. Dregor Ner Nurel had prophesied in his old age as he succumbed to the poison of a touched. It is said that so great was his faith that he reached from the corruption of the touched to reveal a future only the dead should see. Sethlzaar was not Alsipin that he would so comfortably speak of the heathen ways with ease. Although the boy's tales were mostly of the touched. "Do you know the words?" There was hope in Alsipin's voice and Sethlzaar almost felt bad at the thought of dashing them.

Though her predictions were not always accurate, a sense of foreboding gripped me, as if this prophecy was already unfolding. "The prophecy stated, 'Your true form shall only come after your first test. The enemies shall rise against you in the world's four corners, and death shall give birth to a greater evil. You shall run wild, and only the kiss of the purest wolf shall restore you.'" Though the events appeared out of sequence, they were undeniably unfolding. Tears blurred my vision, cascading down my face as I succumbed to grief. Cupping Slade's face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his, desperately seeking any flicker of life.

“I already did.” Malachar stared at him for several long seconds, as if searching for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he finally mounted his horse again. As the Iron Creed turned to leave, the priest spoke one final sentence without looking back. “The Prophecy Child will destroy everything around her.” Then they rode away, disappearing down the southern road in a cloud of dust. The silence afterward felt suffocating. Nobody moved immediately. Nobody spoke. Because for the first time, the threat felt undeniably real. Not rumors. Not distant whispers. Not abstract fear. War was coming, and it carried the full weight of kingdoms and faith behind it.

“Three packs announced bounties for ‘the moon-touched infants.’ Witches in the Northern Coven are performing tracking rituals. Even the Draconian Clan sent scouts into the human realm. Every kingdom is searching for two children who were never supposed to exist.” My shoulders tightened until they hurt. “How?” I whispered. “Seraphina made sure the world believed I died. How could anyone know?” Lucian exhaled slowly. “Because prophecies don’t need truth to spread. They only need fear.” He moved to the fireplace, tossing in a few logs. Flames burst upward instantly, too fast to be natural. He was anxious. Lucian was never anxious. “Tell me the whole prophecy,” I said. “Not the small piece you s

“Read it for yourself.” I grabbed the book, the knot in my stomach tightening. What was this about? I suddenly didn’t want to read it as I dreaded what I’ll find. She had gone straight to the page where the prophecy was written so I read it even if I didn’t want to. When the one who’s neither of the moon nor of the dark consumes the blood of the one who's of Lycan lineage, the beast of death shall rise and cause havoc upon all creatures of the earth.

Chick nods and flips through their notebook, “There are many prophecies surrounding the death-borne daughter, and most of them are ancient. That one is much more recent, as you’re aware. But I thought it would mean that the child would have died for a short while in birth, not the mother. Or her dying permanently.” Chick seems put out, but sad at the same time. “Gods, Nic.” Celine tilts her head,

And the final line echoed through the collapsing sanctuary like a verdict already decided: “HOSTILE ORIGIN OF PROPHECY INSTABILITY CONFIRMED.”

The way he says firecracker like it means home. Goddess. I was in deep. Dangerously deep. And the worst part? I don’t even think he fully understands how much he means to me now. I exhaled slowly and leaned back against the chair in Luca’s office while Kingsley and Luca continued talking about defenses and possible attacks like the world wasn’t currently trying to collapse around us. The prophecy still sat open on the desk. Ugly. Threatening. Kill your mate and doom the werewolf race forever. What kind of sick twisted prophecy even was that?

“Have you heard of The Ultima, Miss Jones?” I nod. There’s no point in pretending. “But he’s a myth.” “Have you not seen the future? The birth of this wolf?” “Me? No. Others have.” “Prophecies are fickle, they rely on the seer’s interpretation a lot, wouldn’t you agree?” “Yes.” “Except for this one. Multiple prophets had exactly the same vision, and interpreted it in exactly the same way. The fire that consumes the world.” “He will only be born if the humans threaten my kind.”