These Deadly Prophecies Novels & Stories

My father's warning had been very clear and concise. And the truth was that I didn't want to get involved in a proxy war, but I had to ask about the prophecy. “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” My father nodded earnestly. “From long, long before you were born, a seer born within the Preserve said that one day a proxy war would break out during a Blue Moon and that this war would be controlled by a Pure Omega who would be powerful enough to end it all,” my father said, and I swallowed hard. “For years there was a search for that Omega until the seer herself had a vision just before she died and said that the Pure Omega would be born during a major astronomical event before the Blue Moo

Eric grabbed me and pulled me close as the ground broke open, exposing a gulf of whirling fire and shadow. "Kyara!" he said, his voice breaking through the commotion. But before I could answer, the figure burst out laughing, harsh and victorious. "You've only delayed the inevitable," it replied, its shape floating over the chasm. "The prophecy never addressed salvation. It was about devastation. "And now it begins." The earth collapsed beneath us, and the last thing I saw was Eric's hand reaching for mine as the abyss took us whole.

Elena explained, gesturing to the screen behind her, “there are prophecies - stories that foretell great events tied to these beings. These prophecies often speak of unity, conflict, and transformation. They are less about predicting the future and more about reflecting the values and fears of the cultures that created them.” Ren nodded subtly, impressed by her insight. But as she continued, his blood ran cold. “One of the more intriguing prophecies I’ve come across,” she said, her tone tinged with excitement, “is one found in ancient folklore associated with shifters. This particular prophecy is said to originate from a forgotten forest-dwelling tribe, and it reads as follows:” She picked u

Even now I could see every word of that prophecy written in an old book with yellowed pages which I had read obsessively over and over again, as though by doing so I could change what was written in it. 'Let the prince and peasant, the highborn and lowborn of the Nightveil pack beware. Let them heed the signs and the portents for it is written; two children, twins, will be born. The one shall be full of light, laughter and love, a leader who will bind and unify. Its dark twin shall seek to destroy, to kill and ruin. Its powers and influence shall grow until Nightveil is buried in dust and ashes…’

"He believes the story is what's causing the war. Letha, why is Angus being primarily hunted? What's so vital to my husband that they'd put a thousand years of peace at stake for his capture?" She sighed and nodded toward a corner of the room, where rolls of dusty, parchment scrolls stood stacked against each other. "The prophecies are very old and very complex," she started to explain. "Then simplify it for me," I begged, my throat blocked. "Tell me what I need to know," I requested. Letha stared on me strictly, her face wearing a serious look. "There is one prophecy," she said quietly. "And it foretells: The Lycan King who brings all of our packs together will also awaken a great darkness.

“Your future is coming. The prophecy will soon call for a new generation of lycans” “What prophecy?” I panicked again. What prophecy?! How could I know anything about it?! Who was he?! “It will happen when you fall under darkness…the darkness shall rule the land” His lips formed words, but he wasn't using words at all. He was making images appear before my eyes. Images of people dying. Images of death. Images of people turning into monsters and attacking innocent people. Images of people dying horribly in unimaginable ways. Images of someone I loved losing himself to madness and insanity. I covered my eyes with my hands just to block the vision from entering my brain, because no matter what,

Zane mocked, his lips curling in a sneer. "I have every right. My bloodline is ancient. My bloodline is older than yours. My bloodline is in the prophecies.". The prophecies are not what you think," Lucien told him, his tone a soft whisper. "The prophecies are a warning. A warning to the Alphas. A warning to the Omegas. A warning to the world. The prophecies are a story of a great war. A war between the werewolves and the vampires. A war over the Luna. A war over her power.".

“That’s not... I can’t.... I won’t” My words galloped, I couldn’t get a single thing out. “She’s the one!” someone hissed. “The prophecy fits her.” “Betrayal. Of course it would be her.” “What? Do you really think a servant like her would actually stay loyal to you?” Lilith’s eyes glittered, and she smirked faintly. “You see, Alpha? Even the Goddess warns you. She will betray you.” Beta Lucious stepped closer. “Killian, you must reject her. If you don’t, the prophecy will destroy us all.”

Ally scoffed at her twin, pinching the bridge of her nose. I had just told them about what I had overheard Apollo and Dain talking about. Instantly Adley and Ally locked eyes, the same stricken expressions on their faces. It had been the two of them who first spoke of the prophecy, I was sure of it. “No one can keep us from reciting prophecies. That’s why we have them.” Adley rolled her eyes, not at all phased by the prospect of death by Dain’s hand. “They’re meant to be a warning.”

The whole of the room was slowly fading into darkness, and it was not his eyes which failed only, but the light of the fire of the holy flame which flickered and faded along with his life. 'Fear not...' "What is that he's muttering?" one of the men asked curiously. 'Fear not...' "It's an old Kingsmen prophecy," Zahaynei told them, walking back away from the boy as he died. 'Coming...' "Oh. I wonder what it means," another man commented in awe and intrigue. 'Forth...' "It doesn't mean anything," Zahaynei snapped at him, their voices and footsteps departing. 'From... death.’